After hanging up the phone, Qin Gengxin walked out of the house. He knew the way from the airport to the ancient city, and before his mother met Xian Guiying, he had to shift her attention away first. If his mother had known about what had happened between him and Xian Guiying, then the Qin Family's Second World War would probably have erupted.
"Grandma, today, the kindergarten teacher taught us to draw chickens and geese. The geese I drew were appreciated by the teacher." Qin Wenqian was climbing the stairs, panting as she spoke to the nanny beside her.
Just then, Qin Gengxin walked downstairs. Qin Wenqian raised her head and saw him. Immediately, like a reflex, she ran behind the nanny, hugging her leg.
Her attitude was definitely equivalent to Xian Guiying's attitude. More painful than the feeling of stabbing his heart with a knife.
