Jiang Xianrou seemed to be slapped in public and her face burned painfully. Her heart was beating fast, her brain was spinning fast, and she pinched her hands. "Grandpa, I…"
Old Master Jiang's eyes were calm and powerful, and he just stared at her quietly, as if encouraging her to continue.
Jiang Xianrou raised her head and glanced at him, then lowered it again in embarrassment. Her voice was indistinct. "I'll listen to you. But… what Aunt said also makes some sense. This request for me to move is too sudden. I don't know where to move to. In addition, Qing University will start school tomorrow, and I'm in my last year before graduation. I'm faced with the problem of choosing a research major. I really can't find time to deal with the matter of moving…"
Jiang Xianrou pinched her hands and raised her head again. Her facial features were actually similar to Qiao Nian's, but they were not as delicate.
