Ling Sheng's heart swelled a little. Something she had thought would become unfamiliar had not actually changed. Her grandparents were still as concerned and cherished her as they had in the past. Her lips curled up slightly in joy.
It turned out that those feelings would not be separated by time and space. This was truly the affection among blood-related family members. It might be the familiar kind of affinity one felt at first sight.
Su Xiyin took off her clothes and saw the swollen wound on the young lady's fair, delicate back. Some parts of her skin had even split. She was angry and her heart ached. Even if it wasn't this little girl but their own son, he shouldn't use such a heavy hand. Was he trying to beat her to death?!
"What's your name?"
"Grandma, my name is Ling Sheng."
"I told you not to call me Grandma. Just call me Auntie."
"Grandma, can I really live in your house?"
"Don't you have a home?"
"No."
