"You smelly brat, what nonsense are you talking about,"
Grandpa slammed his palm on the table, his beard bristling and eyes glaring in anger, he roared:
"What poisoning! I'm not that sinister! I'm your grandpa after all..."
The man lifted his eyelids, raised his eyebrows, and said indifferently, "Really?"
"Of course!" Grandpa leaned back into his seat, his face tense, and finally let out a cold snort,
"... It's just that I see it's rare for you all to come back, and I thought of having breakfast together, what's so strange about that, seriously making a fuss..."
"You're feeling guilty."
Lu Junhan pulled out a chair with his long, fair fingers, sat down, and replied nonchalantly.
"I, am I feeling guilty? What a joke! Would I feel guilty? Ha!"
Grandpa heavily laid down the knife and fork in his hand, his face stern and serious, rigid and proper, he let out a cold snort, "What do I have to feel guilty about, I..."
