The room was silent.
Even Lu Zhengzheng and Fang Yao, dragging their suitcases out, wished they could just carry them instead and tiptoe away.
Jiang Wenhu looked at her granddaughter sitting cross-legged on her special little sofa with a blank expression, then glanced at her daughter calmly browsing on her tablet on the opposite sofa, and took a deep breath to encourage herself.
"Nannan, your mom is going to work very far away this time, there's really no way she can take you with her."
The little girl crossed her arms and pouted, "Hmph!"
Jiang Wenhu: Headache!
She didn't know who her granddaughter inherited this temperament from.
Her son-in-law was always good-tempered, never had she seen Shen Yunqing lose his temper or get red-eyed over the years; even her daughter used to be just a bit bossy and strong-willed, but had become much more patient since becoming a mom.
Yet, her granddaughter, from birth to now at three years old, had quite the fierce temperament.
