The thought that he had just cursed these two little darlings to die made Xie Changzheng hate himself so much he wanted to slap his own face hard.
He tenderly held his granddaughter, looking every bit the doting grandfather who loved his grandchildren.
Wen Jingshu could no longer bear to watch. She spoke with a slightly stern face, "Chaoxi, take Xunxun and Mimi to rest first, I have some words to say with this person."
The icy tone of her voice made it obvious she found him extremely repulsive.
Xie Changzheng's originally not-bad mood instantly collapsed, and his gaze towards Wen Jingshu was filled with rage.
Su Chaoxi realized something was wrong upon seeing this, and turned to block Xie Changzheng's view. Facing Wen Jingshu, she said, "There's no rush; the children must have woken up due to our noise. Now, even if they go to sleep, it likely won't happen. Let's allow the children to spend some time with their grandfather."
What a joke.
