"Qingyang, instead of doubting your grandfather, you might as well think about yourself," Old Sir Lian said with profound meaning. "While I'm here, of course I'll protect the girl, but what if I'm not around? With just your dad, can he protect her?"
Old Sir Lian revealed a smile. He had only had the thought originally, but after meeting Tang Yue, her outstanding nature and her gentle temperament made Old Sir Lian like her very much. A small part of it was because of Lian Qingyang, but mostly it was because Tang Yue herself was remarkable.
Lian Qingyang left his grandfather's study and went straight upstairs to knock on the door.
Meng Siyu's face was stern, looking dissatisfied and impatient, he said: "Lian Qingyang, if there's something, we can talk tomorrow."
'Bang'
The door was closed again.
Lian Qingyang, without saying a word, found himself shut out, and after a long while, he clenched his teeth and cursed: Bastard, it's only this early in the evening.
"Who is it?"
