Jiang Fu's voice suddenly became very soft.
Perhaps it was because only the two of them were in the room, but it was too quiet, so the latter half of Jiang Fu's voice sounded stiff. Xie Cheng could hear a hint of bitterness in it.
Guilt welled up in him.
It seemed she called her grandmother like this because of him.
Xie Cheng opened his mouth but did not say anything.
Jiang Fu, on the other hand, looked frank. She took the brush from Xie Cheng's hand and said, "General, rest well. I'll take my leave first."
XIe Cheng was speechless.
Jiang Fu seemed to have thought of something and stopped. She turned around and looked at the food box on the table. "If you don't like the food, you can give it to the servants."
XIe Cheng was speechless.
He could only lean on the couch as he watched her put down the brush on the desk and leave slowly.
