Recently, so many things have happened, and He Xing's already limited patience had vanished. He impolitely pulled his sleeve back. His handsome face could not hide the coldness within, and there even seemed to be a hint of murderous intent.
"If you truly have nothing to do, you can go do some charity work at the Du Wanting Foundation. I can't even help my grandfather, let alone you."
Xia Ning's face turned red, white, and green with emotion, her embarrassment and persistence intermingling. She bit down on her teeth, her eyes reddening, "He Xing Brother, I know you must think I came to see Mr. He because of you, right? My grandpa died before I was born, and my mom passed away when I was very young. Dad was always focused on business. Every time I was upset, I would seek you out. Grandpa He was very nice to me, in my heart, he is my real grandpa."
He Xing's expression changed several times before he ultimately sighed and said, "Suit yourself."
