"Shuyuan did well with this." Ji Shan praised.
Ji Shan's praise earned him another eyeroll from Deng Juan, who, eyes red with anger, said, "Yes, yes, in our house, I'm the bad guy, and you father and son are both saints!"
Deng Juan repeated everything Ji Shuyuan had just said, especially how he had figured out both how to borrow the money and how to pay it back. The more she thought about it, the more suffocated she felt.
Ji Shan stayed silent.
For a long time.
"Juanjuan."
Ji Shan sat beside her, looking at her tear-reddened eyes, and said, "Shuyuan grew up with Dad. When we first came to South City, Shuyuan was in the countryside with Dad. Their bond is naturally stronger than an ordinary grandfather and grandson. Now that Dad is sick, Shuyuan is more worried than anyone."
"Shuyuan is loyal and affectionate. You should feel proud of him."
