Jingjing picked up the photo frame on the desk, and was momentarily dazed.
"Is this your grandma? She looks so kind." Meng Tianfan's voice interrupted her reverie of grandma.
She put down the photo frame and nodded faintly.
"And the girl beside her, that's you, right? You were so cute and well-behaved when you were young... What about your parents?"
The hand that Qianxue held the mouse with suddenly stiffened.
"Haha, my curiosity has gotten the better of me..." Meng Tianfan, sensing Qianxue's discomfort, quickly changed the subject, "Qianxue, when did you become a grandma? Your outfit today totally floored me... I understand now, it must have been that woman with the surname Liu, right? She forced you to dress like this?..."
Qianxue calmed herself down, gave a faint smile, and redirected her focus back to work. The man had a heart as delicate as that of a woman. She could not complain to him because she did not want to worry him.
