Ling Rong couldn't stand to listen to those things, not out of disgust, but simply because she found it taxing to accept things she could not understand.
She never minded showing her likes and dislikes in front of others, even if it was the person standing right in front of her.
Seeing her turn around, Gu Zhun did not continue speaking. Naturally, he knew his granddaughter's temperament well. Despite also being a bodyguard by duty, his affection for her came from deep within.
"Enough already, I've spoken to you about this many times, you're tired of it and so am I, always confused, always nagging, haha."
Ling Rong turned back to see him sipping tea with his fingers pinching the teacup, his index finger bearing a half-broken nail revealing unnatural blackness—it had been frozen off during the war in the bitter winter.
"I'm leaving first."
"Um, hey, wait, I want to go out too, join me for a walk."
