Lu Wangshu had been looking out the window all along and naturally saw Ji Sifan holding Song Nianhuan as they got into the car. Hearing Xu Qian's question, he was first stunned, then turned to look at his grandmother. His little face still had no extra expression, completely unlike a child of four or five, instead more like a little adult.
Watching her precious grandson almost completely inherit her son's aloofness, Xu Qian wondered whether this was good or bad.
Lu Wangshu thought for a moment. Actually, he didn't know why he had to be so sharp-tongued with that little girl, or why when the little girl cried, he felt so helpless for an instant.
So for a while, he didn't immediately answer the question but instead turned to look at the cake in front of him.
