Wang Miaomiao had been cooped up at home for a month, and finally today she was able to get out and breathe some fresh air. Her mood was great, and she had a rare touch of childlike playfulness, only to be seen by Mr. Jiang and Jiang Zhongyi...
Wang Miaomiao felt a wave of embarrassment wash over her, her face flushed instantly, and she mumbled, "Grandpa, Dad, good morning..."
Mr. Jiang's cloudy eyes flashed with a hint of amusement, and he said meaningfully, "It's not early anymore... Ah Yan told us not to disturb you before he left. You haven't had breakfast yet, have you? There's some left for you in the pot, go on..."
Listening to Mr. Jiang's words, Wang Miaomiao felt so shy she resembled a boiled shrimp. What was the meaning behind those words? Was the old man teasing her? Oh dear... she wished the ground would open up and swallow her whole.
