As soon as Lin Qingqian returned to the apartment and entered, Lin Chaoyan came up and asked, "What did the Old Madam say?"
Lin Qingqian looked at her and shook her head gently.
Disappointment immediately appeared on Lin Chaoyan's face. "It can't be helped. The human heart is biased. How can the old lady not be biased towards her grandson?"
"Auntie." Lin Qingqian held her arm. "Grandma has her own thoughts."
How could Lin Chaoyan not hear the protectiveness in her words towards the old lady? She sighed helplessly. "I'm just worried about you. If you can't get a divorce…"
Thinking of those people from the Jiang Family, she could not help but sigh.
Lin Qingqian helped her sit down at the dining table and opened the bowls on the plates one by one. "Auntie, don't worry. I know what to do."
Lin Chaoyan knew that she had an idea, so she didn't say anything else. "Let's eat. I made your favorite stir-fried meat."
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