Fragility was something she never liked.
Accustomed to licking her wounds alone, she felt upset only for a moment.
When she looked up at the elderly lady, her light smile returned, "Grandma, I haven't been wronged. What Shaocheng said is true; we are not getting a divorce."
The old lady had gone through many hardships in her life.
Even though Qin Wan's sadness was brief, she clearly felt it.
Seeing that she did not want to admit it, she did not continue the topic.
Ten minutes later.
Mu Shaochen returned to the hospital room with a quilt.
As Qin Wan rose to make the bed, the old lady stopped her, "Wanwan, let Shaocheng make the bed for you."
"Grandma, does this mean I am no longer your beloved grandson?"
Mu Shaochen said this even though he had already placed the quilt on the bed.
