Han Tian smiled. "But no. If I was busy with my 'painting stuff', then you also didn't bother to care because you were too busy creating a name for yourself. So don't act like you care about Dad a lot."
Xia Liqin glared at him.
Zhiyuan pressed the space between his brows as a sense of discomfort and anger surged within him. Xinyi got anxious as well to see them already argue.
She wanted to intervene and quickly said, "Mom-"
Siying, who was confused by the sudden change in the atmosphere asked, "Grandma Grandpa fighting?"
Han Tian and Xia Liqin froze.
Xinyi's smile faltered. "No, no Siying. They are not fighting."
Siying pouted.
Zhiyuan walked towards them and expressionlessly stared at them. Xinyi quickly pulled his hand and whispered, "Zhiyuan let it be. Don't fight here…"
He sensed the urgency and distress in her voice and smiled. "Don't worry, Xinyi. I won't be fighting with them."
