Mu Yan's impression of Guan Chao was still stuck in the days when he bullied her during childhood. Even on the day before she left Beijing, he didn't let her go.
But it's been so many years now, she wouldn't bear a grudge and cause trouble.
Mu Yan picked up two cups, took tea from the cupboard, put more in one cup and less in the other, then took the kettle and poured the water.
As the water surged into the cups, the tea floated up and then slowly sank. Mu Yan put the kettle on the cutting board and closed the lid.
"Are you upset?" Guan Chao's voice suddenly came.
Mu Yan turned her head to look at him, not understanding.
"In your grandparents' hearts, you're not the only granddaughter. Even though they know Zhuang Chujiao wants to harm you, they still choose to protect her. Even your husband is just an illegitimate child they selected for you." Guan Chao laughed softly, "You're really pitiful; from childhood to adulthood, you've always been the one abandoned."
