"Nothing, Grandpa, you're overthinking."
Lan Ruowei blinked, a bit surprised in her heart at how Grandpa thought of these things.
"You're really not lying to me." Grandpa Lan was somewhat skeptical.
"Really not."
Lan Ruowei nodded, with a 'I am truly not lying to you' expression.
"Good if not. If I find out you all lied to me, watch how I handle it." Grandpa Lan snorted and turned to go inside.
Lan Ruowei breathed a sigh of relief, that was close—she almost slipped just now.
...
Three days later.
"Zhong Xuan, what's wrong with you these past couple of days?" Song Lingyu specially cooked a bowl of chicken soup for Lan Zhongxuan, noticing his foul mood.
"It's nothing."
Lan Zhongxuan waved his hand irritably, his brows furrowed deeply, his mind full of company affairs. Without resources and connections, he couldn't get the company started—what to do.
"Zhong Xuan, I'm your wife. Tell me so I can share the burden with you."
