Jiang Yue bit her lip, her gaze falling to the ground, and Luo Zhelan's grip on her hand tightened, his expression filled with concern. They were on the verge of entering the dining room when they overheard the Old Master's words, declaring her unwelcome in both the family and the residence.
Normally, she would have brushed off such remarks with a scoff, perhaps even intentionally aggravating them further, or simply left if she wasn't in the mood for confrontation. But this was Luo Zhelan's grandfather, adding weight to the words and impacting her more deeply.
She wasn't one to easily succumb to the words of others, yet now, she found herself unable to meet Luo Zhelan's eyes, feeling unworthy to even hold his hand.
Luo Zhelan noticed her change in demeanor, his expression turning serious. "Don't let Grandfather's words affect you," he reassured her. "What matters is that I like you."
