Tian Xiang felt that the current situation at home was like a taut string, ready to snap at any moment.
There's still more than half a month before the end of the year, when is Grandpa coming back?
It's the same outcome whether you face it now or later, better to let the storm come sooner than to be strung along, it's too wearying like this.
Meng Cheng'an: "It'll be within these two weeks, he can't let go of me, he'll definitely be back before the end of the year."
That's great, can't endure much longer.
Tian Xiang glanced at Meng Cheng'an's gentle face and tentatively asked, "Haven't received any telegram recently? No news at all?"
Meng Cheng'an shook his head, but...
"It should be good news."
To prevent implicating his grandson, Grandpa didn't let any word slip to this side.
It must be good news!
In a couple of years, one's background won't matter anymore.
Tian Xiang breathed a sigh of relief, smiled, and said, "I know how to handle it now."
