"Can you get me a glass of water?"
Hearing this, Pei Yunge glanced at Shang Yan and finally poured a glass of water for him.
"Do you hate me that much?"
Shang Yan suddenly asked.
"Hate?" Pei Yunge looked up at him and asked in return.
"You seem to be very unwilling to get close to me. Is it because of my leg?"
The man's voice was low and smooth, but the hand holding the glass of water was a little pale.
"I don't have much patience with strangers. You too, aren't you?"
Pei Yunge laughed carelessly and chose a seat to sit down.
She glanced at her watch. She was waiting for the mission to be over in 10 minutes' time so that she could leave.
At this moment, Shang Yan did not take the initiative to say anything.
The atmosphere was a little cold.
"Your grandfather is a good person."
Pei Yunge raised an eyebrow lazily. "Everyone will be like that when they're old."
