"I am your grandmother. Can I not care about your matters?" The old lady sat upright, her face serious and full of authority.
"..."
"Why aren't you speaking? Feeling guilty?" The old lady stared at Shen Lingxing and questioned.
Why should he feel guilty?
What does he have to feel guilty about?
He just didn't want to explain such boring news!
Shen Lingxing raised his eyes to meet the old lady's sharp gaze and asked with concern, "Have you had breakfast?"
"I'm asking you a question, don't turn it back on me."
The old lady was stubborn and persistent. Though she was reasonable, once she threw a tantrum, she was like a stubborn child. Because of this, Shen Lingxing shifted his gaze and turned to Mrs. Zhou beside him, "Mrs. Zhou, has grandmother had breakfast?"
"Ahem!"
Mrs. Zhou looked at Shen Lingxing, but before she could speak, she heard a warning cough.
The older people get, the more they resemble children. This saying was quite true, as the old lady was a good example.
