Qiao Muye sat down by the bed, "Don't worry, she's fine. But recently, we had a bit of a falling out. Also, I haven't yet told her that you're awake. I was thinking of waiting until you returned to the Capital and then go see her to give her a surprise."
"Is that so?" Qiao Hannan didn't doubt it, for Qiao Muye and the old lady had always had a poor relationship: "You and grandma had a quarrel again?"
Although he didn't know the root cause of their conflict, in Qiao Hannan's memory, these two really didn't seem like mother and son.
Qiao Muye's attitude toward the old lady was very cold.
Qiao Hannan had also privately asked the old lady about it.
But how could the old lady admit to the things she had done in the past?
She had glossed over them all.
To this day, Qiao Hannan still didn't know why his father and grandmother were at odds like fire and water.
So, when Qiao Muye said he was in a cold war with the old lady, he didn't have a shred of doubt.
