"Stay clear of her when you come here in the future," he pointed at Ms. Wen, "I'm afraid she might bully you."
"Okay."
Qiao Nanchu still didn't feel at ease, "When she speaks, don't look at her." If you don't look, you won't see those hurtful words.
Wen Baiyang replied, "Okay."
There was another matter; he asked, "When will you take me to Da Mai Mountain to see your grandmother?" He was somewhat dissatisfied about her not introducing him to her family yet.
Wen Baiyang smiled, "I've mentioned you to my grandmother, and she said she would knit you a pair of shoes. When the shoes are ready, we'll go."
Qiao Nanchu was finally content.
At this moment, there was the sound of a cup smashing inside the old man's study. Qiao Nanchu pulled Wen Baiyang closer.
She asked him with sign language, "What's wrong?"
"The old man is arguing with my dad again."
To be exact, it was the old man berating someone on his own.
"How could I have fathered such a son!"
