Su Hongxing felt a bit frustrated as she listened.
Jiang was her grandmother, what did he, Ye Qilan, have to do with this? Yet he calls her grandma so naturally.
Her head felt uncomfortable buried in his chest. She tried to push him away, but he only held her tighter, "Behave, let me hold you a little longer."
His voice sounded especially gentle and tender, a stark contrast from his normally cold authoritarian tone.
After standing in Ye Qilan's arms for several minutes, she couldn't take it anymore and made a sudden effort to break free, but ended up facing his affectionate gaze.
She hesitated slightly, avoiding his lingering gaze as she said, "First, let's take my grandmother to the hospital."
Why did the man before her eyes seem a bit different? Was it just her imagination?
On the way to Taicheng People's Hospital, Su Hongxing was rather passive. Ye Qilan held her hand tightly and whenever she tried to pull away, he would simply tighten his grip.
