Luo Hongying was taken aback by his words and looked at him with wide eyes—was he so openly protecting Luo Qiangwei?!
As for Luo Qiangwei, she wasn't surprised, nor did she have any other thoughts; he probably just didn't want them to argue, as all men are averse to trouble.
Moh Shiche, however, didn't look at Luo Hongying again. His long arm encircled Luo Qiangwei and drew her into his embrace, "Grandma, she's a bit uncomfortable because she is cold; we're going back to our room now."
Luo Qiangwei wore a lazy expression, allowing him to hold her without the mood to say anything.
With her grandson speaking, Old Madam Moh naturally said nothing further, nodded her consent, and had someone send some warm tonics back with them.
Luo Hongying couldn't tattle any further; since Shiche had said those words, it meant that this matter had nothing to do with Luo Qiangwei. Bringing it up again in front of Old Madam Moh would make her seem insincere… She understood that much.
