"Aqiu, what did I tell you before? I knew it! That rotten brat, Quan Jingwu, had ulterior motives for Qing. Now look, he took advantage of my inattention and took Qing away."
The more he spoke, the darker Grandpa An's face turned, almost to the point of dripping ink.
Aqiu couldn't hide the surprise on his face and said, "Master, is Miss Qing really with Master Jingwu, are they...?"
Although he had heard about Quan Jingwu's public confession a few days ago, he had never imagined that the person would be Miss Qing.
This situation was simply too melodramatic.
Grandpa An snorted, "That rotten brat was constantly referring to her as his wife over the phone. It's despicable."
Aqiu, seemingly witnessing smoke sprouting from Grandpa An's head, wisely remained silent.
This night, in the An Family household, no one was going to get any sleep.
...
The sky was still its usual pale blue, very pale.
