Nan Sichen lifted his gaze coldly, quietly staring at the old Madam Nan. In his deep and calm eyes, there seemed to be a fire burning, his voice hoarse to the point of tearing, "Do you still have the nerve to say?"
"Chenchen, it's not grandma's fault." The old Madam Nan looked at Nan Sichen in panic.
"Wasn't it you who incited Tao Miao to cause trouble? For Tao Miao, you certainly resorted to every possible means."
"No, it really wasn't grandma this time." The old Madam Nan, looking at Nan Sichen's slightly bloodshot eyes, was a little frightened. Sometimes she was actually quite afraid of this grandson of hers.
Nan Sichen no longer cared who it was; his only goal now was to ensure his Yinyin wouldn't leave him.
Nan Sichen stood up and walked out of the ward to find Qin Yin.
