Meng Xinian's words nearly made Chiang Songhai and Ge Liutao's hearts stop.
"Grandfather, Grandmother, I know that you've definitely been feeling upset these past few days. You've waited and hoped for so many years for someone to return, but now that they're here, they're nothing like what you remember. It's hard for you to accept, isn't it?"
Chiang Songhai and Ge Liutao exchanged a glance, their eyes slightly reddened.
"However, I still want to be honest with the two of you about what I'm going to say next." Meng Xinian sat across from them. On the corner of the coffee table before him hung a white porcelain mug with a handle – the one exclusively used by Chiang Xiaoxiao. Staring at her cup, he couldn't help but think of her.
No matter who or what it was, if there was a chance it could harm Chiang Xiaoxiao, he would do everything in his power to eliminate it.
