The old man glanced at the old assistant and quickly turned off the phone.
After all, it's a disgraceful matter concerning his grandson; even he couldn't bear to watch it, let alone allow others to see it.
The old assistant, noticing the expression on the old man's face, quickly pretended to have seen nothing and averted his gaze.
...
...
Huangfu Yu held Jiang Shiyi, trying to lift her onto his lap.
Jiang Shiyi pushed him gently, "Your wounds haven't healed yet, don't exert yourself. Just holding me like this is fine."
His injuries aren't fully healed; moving like this would harm his wounds.
"Then, Eleven, hold me a bit tighter," Huangfu Yu said, tightening his embrace on her a little more.
Jiang Shiyi: "..."
She curved her lips, couldn't help but smile, and buried her face in his chest, carefully avoiding the areas of his injuries.
Placing her ear over his heart, listening to his strong and powerful heartbeat brought her rare comfort.
