Cheng Zhaohui was a simple person who worked as a teacher for his whole life—he had never met a person like Grandmother Qi. He lied on the bed, startled and at a loss of words.
Sun Shaoyun quickly spoke, "Madam, why did you come and visit us? We should be the ones visiting you."
Grandmother Qi simply waved her hand. "There's no need to be so fussy. Furthermore, Xiao Cheng is sick, right? We're just paying him a visit."
Sun Shaoyun did not expect Grandmother Qi to be so amiable. "Our Lao Cheng's matter had brought so much of trouble to you all."
Grandmother Qi held Sun Shaoyun's hands cordially. "Xiao Sun, you shouldn't talk like this. We're so close now—you're one of us. Don't mention it."
