Indeed, if not for Mr. Sheng's instructions, how could Sheng Jianan have gone to pick her up?
Shaking her head, Tang Yanqi smiled and walked in: "Grandpa, here I am."
Upon seeing Tang Yanqi, Mr. Sheng's aged face lit up with a smile: "Yanxi, come here quickly, let Grandpa take a look."
Tang Yanqi obediently went over, but Mr. Sheng immediately noticed the injury on Tang Yanqi's hand. The smile he had vanished in an instant: "What's going on? Jianan, did you bully Yanxi?"
"Grandpa, it's not like that. I overestimated myself and tried practicing my knife skills that day, and ended up injuring my hand. When Jianan took me to the hospital, he was on the verge of tears from worry. Please don't blame him anymore; I feel bad."
Unlike her usual calm demeanor, Tang Yanqi's tone was now filled with a coquettish air. It was obvious that her words weren't true. They, being the older generation, knew Sheng Jianan's personality too well — him crying from worry? That was hardly believable.
