"I miss her. Give her a call!" Wang Daqin commanded him.
What are these two kids trying to do?
The moment they got off the bed, they seemed to turn into enemies at the mere mention of the other's name.
A tinge of bitter sorrow surfaced in the old lady's eyes. If this carried on, when will she be able to have her great-grandchild?
"Alright," Yan Rusheng answered half-heartedly and went up the stairs.
Wang Daqin stared intensely at her grandson's aloof and cold-looking back and then sighed heavily.
Looks like she needed to do something drastic!
Yan Rusheng finally made it to his room after a long and exhausting day. After showering, he changed into a set of comfy loungewear and lay on his bed.
He accidentally caught sight of the photo frame by the head of his bed, and his gaze lingered on the photo.
In the photo, a gentle girl with shoulder-length hair was smiling at him.
