Now, just thinking of his hatred and contempt towards me, makes my heart ache for no reason.
"Alright!" Jian Mingcheng left, and Jian Xi couldn't help but shout after him.
"Big brother! Please tell Grandpa I'm sorry."
Jian Mingcheng nodded.
Wan Yu, sitting in the car, looked at Jian Xi, whose eyes couldn't hide her grief, and sighed, "Xixi still can't let go of the old man; she's asked me several times about him. Actually, deep down, she wants to see him personally, even if it's just to explain in person. After all, the old man has been so good to her. She's long regarded the Si Family's old man as her own grandfather."
"She has her own choices, and I respect them."
Jian Mingcheng remained as always, indifferent, solemn, wrapped in an unapproachable demeanor.
Wan Yu poked him, "You heartless man!"
Jian Mingcheng frowned.
Wan Yu quickly withdrew his finger, "I'll... I'll get out first, find Xixi, maybe we can meet at the Si Family Old Residence."
"Mind your own business."
