Grandma's?
Are you going to talk about Xiao Er again?
Han Luoli hesitated for a moment, not wanting to answer, but Gu Xiaoer kept urging him to pick up.
"If you don't answer, I will!"
"I'll answer, I'll answer."
Han Luoli took the phone, subtly distanced himself from Gu Xiaoer, and answered the call.
"Luoli, Grandma originally wasn't going to get involved with you and Gu Xiaoer's matters, but now I have to. You absolutely cannot be with her anymore!"
Old Mrs. Han's words coldly came across from the other side. Even though it wasn't on speaker, Gu Xiaoer still heard it.
Her already tense little face suddenly stiffened. Underneath her weak pallor, she looked even more deathly pale, like white paper.
Han Luoli stood a step away from the hospital bed, unable to go further because the hem of his clothes was being grabbed by the girl.
He had no choice but to turn his back.
