Su Qianci blushed even more, bowed her head, put the knife away, and secretly pinched Li Sicheng's thigh with her other hand under the table. Li Sicheng did not move a muscle, as if he did not feel it at all, quietly asking the waitress to get Su Qianci another knife.
"Why is Qianqian's hand sore?" Grandpa was confused.
"In the afternoon…"
"Food first!" Su Qianci grabbed a piece of bread and stuffed it into Li Sicheng's mouth. She couldn't look more guilty.
Been there, done that, Captain Li immediately knew what his grandson had done. Glancing at the young couple, the old man chuckled. For some reason, Su Qianci felt her head hurt. What did grandpa mean? Was he able to tell what was going on? How embarrassing…
Li Sicheng took a bite from the bread in his mouth and then took it down, continuing, "In the afternoon, we went to barbecue. That's why her hand is sore."
