Lu Beiyuan's large hand had been resting on her slender waist, but upon hearing her words, it was as if he'd been struck by lightning—his hand slid right off her.
Su Nanxing saw his stunned expression and couldn't help but burst into laughter.
Lu Beiyuan took a deep breath. "Honey, this joke isn't funny."
"I wasn't joking…"
Lu Beiyuan suddenly pulled her into his arms. "Honey, we haven't seen each other for days, and you're cracking jokes like this."
Su Nanxing naturally leaned into his embrace, her cheek pressed against his chest. "Listen to me first."
Lu Beiyuan held her tighter. "I'm listening."
"The last time you had surgery, Grandpa was really angry."
"I know," Lu Beiyuan replied. "I also know it was wrong—I shouldn't have disregarded everyone's feelings."
"But do you know why Grandpa let you off so easily?"
Lu Beiyuan said, "Grandpa may be a bit old-fashioned, but he's actually quite understanding. What's done is done, so what's the point of him staying mad?"
