Tang Yunxian was well aware that once he spoke up, he would face the wrath of his own father first and foremost.
Tang Wan had just finished dealing with the fish and was wiping her fingers with a tissue, oblivious to what her father was about to say.
"What's the matter? You look so serious," the old lady looked at him.
"Yunxian!" Old Tang coughed, "Let's talk about whatever it is when we get back."
A father knows his own child. As soon as Old Tang heard what was said behind him, he almost guessed the gist of it.
Clutching the teacup in his hand, he wished he could splash its contents on his face; this brat, just out of the hospital, and he brings up such an aggravating matter!
He also had a rough idea that his granddaughter actually had feelings for Jiang Xiaowu.
After all, he had overheard what had happened in the ward. If there were no feelings involved, which girl would let a man kiss her and touch her?
