"Be honest, you made a secret deal with my grandpa. He actually supported you in front of so many people, completely disregarding my mother's dignity," Nanrong Wanqing said interrogatively as they entered the room.
Ling Chen grinned and said, "Do I look like someone who plays tricks? You can only blame me for being too outstanding. Your grandpa feels too sorry for me and can't bear to see me bullied, so he helped me out."
"Look at you being so smug. If you bully me in the future, won't I have nowhere to complain?" Nanrong Wanqing said discontentedly.
"How dare I bully you? You better not bully me."
The two of them joked all the way, heading straight to Nanrong Yong's bedroom. As soon as they entered, they saw Nanrong Yong sitting by the window, holding a teapot in his hand.
"Grandpa."
"Old sir," they greeted.
