"Zhihao, I don't like Shen Qiuyun." Liu Sanmei's triangular eyes looked at Xu Zhihao with a gloomy intensity. Listening to his usual coaxing words, she couldn't feel any happiness at all. The grandson she'd doted on since he was little was, at this very moment, doing something extremely dangerous.
"Gran, Qiuyun is pretty good." Xu Zhihao's heart skipped a beat as he quickly racked his brain—had something happened recently?
Is Gran dissatisfied with Qiuyun?
"Good?" Liu Sanmei's lips curled in a mocking sneer. She said, "If you think she's so good, then why are you fooling around with other women?"
Liu Sanmei's last words came out with a suppressed voice, but she practically spit them out through gritted teeth.
Xu Zhihao had just been thinking about letting Qiuyun come back to comfort Grandma when Liu Sanmei's words caught him off guard. Guilty, he immediately retorted, "I didn't."
Liu Sanmei said nothing, just kept staring at him.
