"Did you fight with Grandpa again?" Qi Jianyi asked, her eyes narrowing skeptically. All throughout breakfast, Grandpa He had kept shooting murderous glares at Song Chengfeng.
No matter how focused she was on her meal, it had been impossible not to notice. And knowing these two, she could only guess that something must have happened.
So, the moment Song Chengfeng put down his chopsticks, she quickly tugged him away to the backyard garden under the excuse of needing to walk off the meal. When in truth, she simply wanted answers.
As soon as they stopped, the cold and composed image of the Young Master Song fell apart completely. His lips curled into a pitiful pout as he began to complain, sounding more like a wronged child than the dignified heir of the Song family.
