Jiang Yu originally wanted to say, young people cry out in pain over a light pinch, how fragile, but when she saw the spot Bo Qingshan was pointing at, the nail marks were so deep they were red; a little more force would have drawn blood.
She immediately felt guilty, "Sorry, Grandma was a bit heavy-handed."
Bo Qingshan immediately switched to his adept little green tea mode, "It doesn't hurt, Grandma, did you fall or anything?"
"Whether I fell is one thing, mainly it's a heartache. If you have time, take your Sister Jiaojiao out more, let her come here less."
Bo Qingshan tilted his face up, "But Sister Jiaojiao misses you a lot, she always thinks of you, she even teaches Qianqian and me to be respectful and filial to you. Actually, Sister Jiaojiao is very busy, once she has free time, she comes to keep you company."
