Seeing Grandma Mu's expression, An Ran knew the old lady was truly angry. A wave of warmth surged in her heart. How many years had it been since she felt such affection and love since her own grandmother passed away?
An Ran sat beside Grandma Mu, affectionately hugging the old lady's arm. "Grandma, I'm really fine. The doctors exaggerated a bit. Xingfeng went to the company, and I was bored at home, so I thought I'd make him some lunch. Have you eaten yet, Grandma? What do you like to eat? I'll make it for you."
Hearing An Ran's words, Grandma Mu immediately smiled. Nowadays, young girls are pampered one by one. Not to mention others, just her granddaughter Mu Wanxin, who doesn't do any work and knows nothing about cooking. She wouldn't even go to the kitchen to make dishes; even fruits are washed and handed to her by servants.
