There was a long pause…
Boss Yan was about to swallow a pastry when he heard what his grandmother said. The pastry got stuck in his throat and he choked.
His face turned red and he snatched Wen Xuxu's cup and took a huge gulp of water.
He finally cleared his throat before sulking and throwing a disapproving look at Wang Daqin. "Dear Madam Wang Daqin, are you certain that you're my grandmother?"
She never took his side during his arguments with Wen Xuxu. Not even once.
She had no qualms about insulting her own grandson because of Wen Xuxu.
"I can't be sure about this fact," Wang Daqin replied in a deadpan manner and shifted her vision to the cup in Yan Rusheng's hand. She smiled sneakily and said, "Xuxu drank from that cup you're holding right now."
Poor Wang Daqin could even feel excessively thrilled by such an indirect kiss.
If someday her grandson and beloved Xuxu got together, wouldn't she faint from happiness?
