Tang Ying's lips curled into a smug smile upon hearing this.
Liu Xiaoyu's face turned deathly pale, "Grandma Jing, no... Tang Huai doesn't like the young master Jing..."
Tang Huai's expression darkened slightly, and she nodded faintly, "Grandma Jing, my mother is right, I don't have feelings for your grandson."
"I don't care whether you like him or not, I will absolutely not allow you to be with my grandson!"
"Rest assured, I won't!" Tang Huai smiled, her eyes revealing a frank and cool detachment.
"You won't?" Grandma Jing was furious and looked at Tang Huai with scorn, "You won't, then why did you sneak a look at Jing Xuan's letters? Isn't it just because you want to know more about him?"
Tang Huai's gaze grew heavier; Grandma Jing had indeed come for those letters.
"Grandma Jing, when did I ever sneak a look at Brother Jing Xuan's letters?" Tang Huai bit her lip, looking very puzzled at Grandma Jing.
