Mei Yun looked at his daughter apologetically. "Shu'er, come and pour tea for your grandmother, OK? She is aged and not in good health, and we shouldn't upset her."
Upon hearing this, the elderly lady looked at her son in disbelief.
How well did she know Mei Yun?
Her son had always appeared to be a doting father, but in reality, he was cold-hearted and indifferent. Otherwise, he wouldn't have agreed to send his own daughter to the countryside for so many years without inquiring or caring.
She had thought that with time, Mei Yun would gradually forget Mei Shu, and even when he brought her back, he wouldn't be overly affectionate toward his daughter.
But what she didn't expect was that Mei Yun would love Mei Shu to such an extent that he was even reluctant to have her pour tea.
No wonder Wang Yue couldn't help but shed tears in front of everyone today, blushing with embarrassment.
