When Nangong Lun saw his precious granddaughter being touched by a man, he was so angry that he was fuming. When he saw Jun Shiyan approaching, he immediately pushed him away.
Ling Sheng was carried by Nangong Lengmo in a princess-like manner. She wrapped herself up tightly with a blanket and glanced at Old Master Nangong, whose face was unhappy. Her emotions were complicated as she coughed softly. "Uncle, Grandpa, why are the two of you here?"
"Why would we not come?" Nangong Lun did not dare to vent his anger on his baby. He looked at Jun Shiyan furiously and pointed at his nose. "What do you want if we don't come? Who are you? Is my baby someone you can touch?"
Jun Shiyan smiled politely and humbly. "Grandpa, you're joking. I wouldn't dare."
"Who's your grandfather?" Nangong Lun was already angry and wanted to teach him a lesson. He angrily said, "Where did you come from? Stop trying to worm your way into being friends with me. I won't fall for this."
