"My sister is Qin Xi. Grandpa Han, I'm Qin Lan. Don't you remember me?"
Qin Lan's voice was very soft and gentle, but it made people feel uncomfortable. She sounded as if her throat was being choked. It was especially jarring to the Han family.
Han Dazhu's face darkened. "Don't call me Grandpa. I don't have a witch granddaughter like you."
Witch?
The smile on Qin Lan's face instantly froze.
Did she look like a witch? In order to show that her married life was comfortable, she had put in a lot of effort to dress herself up.
Was this old thing blind? Couldn't he tell that she was wearing a new dress?
A trace of ruthlessness flashed across Qin Lan's eyes. She wanted to walk away, but at the thought of the 400 yuan, she forced a smile and looked at Han Dazhu aggrievedly. "Grandpa Han, how can you say that? My sister married Stone, so it should be right for me to call you Grandpa Han."
