Xia Yiwan turned her head at the sound and finally noticed an old man with stern and upright features, vital energy, coldly staring at her from the sofa in the sick room.
Si Mo glanced at the old man who didn't look sick at all. He grabbed Yiwan's hand and turned to leave.
"You little brat! Don't you dare move!" The angry voice of the old man rang out from behind them.
Si Mo didn't stop. Yiwan had no choice but to tug at him: "He's calling you."
"Ignore him," said Si Mo.
Upon hearing this, Yiwan stopped moving.
Si Mo turned around, looking at her impatiently: "What now?"
His grandfather had feigned illness to call him over, certainly for two things, but Si Mo didn't want to hear either of them.
"Even though what he did just now wasn't right, he's still your grandfather after all. Listen to what he has to say."
Yiwan looked up at Si Mo, a faint mistiness in her clear eyes.
