"Grandfather, it's not that! This has nothing to do with Yao. I was feeling a bit unwell, so Young Master Yao told everyone not to disturb us! I'm sorry!" Xia Qingqian hurriedly took all the blame upon herself when she saw the old man about to reprimand Beitang Yao.
After speaking, she realized she had spoken too hastily, quickly lowering her head. What she implied was that the Young Master was avoiding others because of her, wasn't it?
"Do you think I'm blind? Does this atmosphere look like you're unwell? This child, honestly! Now that there's a woman, you shut the door on your grandpa! Have you already forgotten about me?" The old man glanced inside and said.
The table still had the remnants of an unfinished candlelit dinner, and everywhere looked festive. Even a blind person could see what was going on.
"Alright, Grandpa, is there something you came over for?" Beitang Yao took the specially prepared milk tea coffee from Xia Qingqian, took a small sip, and asked.
