Sun Qing sat down, her expression cold and her tone distant as she asked, "Mr. Sun, what brings you and your family here today?"
As for the grudges between her parents, Sun Qing actually didn't have much memory of them.
Back then, she was still young, and Sun Yang was a bit older.
The year her mother passed away, she hadn't even reached her first birthday.
Sun Yuan was only two years younger than her, and it was this age difference that bothered the grown-up Sun Qing the most.
And then there was this Sun Yifei, if she wasn't mistaken, he should be close to graduating from university by now, right?
Only Sun Wanting was a bit younger and was facing her college entrance exams this year.
All these years had passed, and since she could speak, Sun Qing had never called him 'Dad.' Later, it was always the polite and distant 'Mr. Sun.'
"Isn't your grandfather here?" Sun Zhengliang managed to steady his emotions before asking again.
