Cheng Yan looked back at the family matriarch, his lips pressed into a thin line.
The old lady glared. "Sit down!"
"Don't get yourself too worked up," he said casually before sitting on the couch next to her. He leaned back and stretched his long legs before him. Cheng Yan chuckled. "I'm here to see you."
Old Madam Cheng gave him the side-eye. "I heard you've been up and about in City A."
The abrupt shift in topic surprised Cheng Yan so much that his jaw almost dropped. He nodded gingerly.
"Because of a high school girl?" the old woman nagged, sounding displeased. "I heard that she's a good-for-nothing rascal with a lot of dark history on her back."
The Old Master Cheng had passed away early, leaving his wife to uphold the family all by herself. Needless to say, she had developed a fierce and merciless streak over the years.
This made the usually affable grandmother into an absolute force of nature.
