Ye Qinghao nodded.
Personally watching An Lan walk out, he dashed into the kitchen, "Grandma, An Lan and I aren't what you think, nothing happened last night!"
"You think I'm a fool, nothing happened... Ha, ha, An Lan herself just said she wasn't tired! Ah, nowadays, there aren't many girls like An Lan who can endure hardships and pain. You must treat her better in the future! Got it?"
Ye Qinghao: ...
Ye Qinghao realized no matter how he explained, this misunderstanding couldn't be clarified.
He wished he could smack his own mouth, why say nonsense!
What a romantic entanglement, boohoo, definitely due to poor language skills!
He decided to explain clearly what happened last night, so he began, "Grandma, listen to me, let me tell you slowly..."
