"Grandpa, I want to take Chuanqi and Hunter abroad to clear my mind and broaden their horizons," Wan Chu'er carefully chose her words and slowly spoke her intentions.
Old Sir Zhong stopped his movements, looked up steadily at Wan Chu'er, and after a while, asked, "What happened? Did something go wrong?"
Being as shrewd as he was, he could immediately detect his granddaughter's unusual demeanor. Although she tried to maintain her composure, her microexpressions couldn't escape the old man's sharp eyes.
Wan Chu'er's heart soured, she turned her head away and looked towards the ivy on the wall.
"I don't want to see Jiang Kechu anymore; I want to leave for a while so that both of us can calm down," she said, still suppressing her emotions.
Hearing this, the old man frowned, walked under the big tree to the stone table and took a sip from the teapot.
"Did you get wronged?"
"No, it's not that. I don't want to wrong myself; that's why I want to go out and wander for a bit."
