"Qianqian…" The old lady seemed to not know what to say. After opening her mouth, she sighed clearly.
Lin Qingqian suppressed her chaotic mind and pursed her lips. Her hoarse voice slowly sounded. "You knew long ago?"
There was another sigh on the other end of the phone. "How can I not know what my grandson is like?"
Jiang Yanshen had been smart since he was young, but he couldn't think straight. How could she not see the changes in him after living together for so many years?
"Then you also agree with him doing this?" Lin Qingqian spoke again. As soon as she finished speaking, she held her breath.
The old lady was silent for a moment before saying earnestly, "Qianqian, both Yanshen and Ah Yan are my grandsons. The back and front of a palm are both covered with the same flesh. If you were me, how would you choose?"
