Old Yan burst into hearty laughter at Lu Fengxuan's childish remark, but remembering it was late at night, he stopped after a couple of laughs.
"I can't bear to beat you. You're my only precious granddaughter, Lu Fengxuan. If I really hit you, I'd be the one feeling the pain. I wouldn't do such a foolish thing."
The old man's hearty laughter echoed in her ears, and a large hand gently rested on Lu Fengxuan's head, giving it a light rub.
"You're already a mother, yet you still say such childish things that make people laugh."
From Old Yan's words and actions, Lu Fengxuan could feel his excessive affection for her.
This kind of affection, no matter when or where, would always serve as her strongest backing, making her feel an indestructible sense of security and protection.
"Grandpa..." she called involuntarily, her nose a bit sore, "Why are you so good to me? What did I do in my past life to be so lucky this lifetime to be your granddaughter? I'm really so fortunate."
