That night, Sheng Yize told An Xiaxia so many things. He talked about his childhood and related anecdotes about Grandpa Sheng. She tried to get him to sleep, but he stubbornly refused.
Was he afraid that he might not be able to see his grandfather for the last time if he fell asleep?
Sheng Qingyi only arrived early the next morning. After making a hypocritical show of cordiality in the corridor, he entered the lounge.
Seeing Sheng Yize and his red eyes, he scolded, "I'm so disappointed in you! Dry your eyes! You grandpa isn't dead yet!" After a pause, he added, "You're not crying even if he dies! Do you have any idea how the reporters will spin it?"
Sheng Yize glanced at him and smiled sarcastically.
"How is that my business? Can you please just shut up?!" Sheng Yize retorted without hesitation.
That shut Sheng Qingyi up. He then turned to glare at An Xiaxia.
An Xiaxia knew that he was venting his anger on her.
