"Let's discuss this later." With a look at the hopeful gaze in Old Master An's eyes, the refusal that had been on her lips softened somewhat, leaving room for negotiation.
Old Master An nodded reluctantly and said again, "We're back in Beijing now. Why not move back to the old mansion for a while? Just to keep this old man company, okay?"
The old man lowered his voice, his eyes filled with a careful plea.
At this moment, he was just an ordinary old man—a man who simply hoped his great-granddaughter would call him 'great-grandfather'.
Jian Qing laughed mockingly, "Do you think the people in the An family will welcome me living here?"
If she lived here, some people would likely lose sleep over it!
Old Master An understood the meaning behind her words, waved his hand and said, "I don't care about them. If you don't like seeing them, I'll make them move out."
