Jing Juntao called out to Jing Xuan, "Stop right there!"
Jing Xuan stopped impatiently, "Grandpa, if you're here to pick a quarrel, please spare me."
"Do you know what you're doing?"
Jing Xuan's eyes darkened slightly, "Grandpa, I'm of age now, of course I know what I'm doing."
Jing Juntao pointed at Tang Huai, "Know? Your so-called knowing is just being with her every day?"
"It's not every day; I just got here yesterday," Tang Huai pursed her lips and said.
"Shut up!" Jing Juntao glared sternly at Tang Huai, "I don't blame you for lacking manners, that's not your fault, but if you don't shut up, then it's your mistake!"
"You keep saying I lack manners. Does that make you look like you have any?" Tang Huai became unhappy. What exactly constituted having manners?
She spoke the truth. Was Jing Xuan with her every day? She had just got together with Jing Xuan yesterday, and Jing Juntao described their relationship as if all they did was engage in romance and nothing else.
