"Mm," Mr. Sang Senior responded coldly as well. He couldn't muster much interest in anyone now, even declining Old Man Li's invitations to play chess.
Not to mention that little bastard, Sang Shen.
"You two chat, I have to step out for a bit," Sang Shen said, his face stiff, clearly noticing he had interrupted Grandfather's conversation with Qiaoqiao.
Although he fully understood that Qiaoqiao would never forgive them, and her occasional one or two-word replies were already merciful, being ignored each time was still more than he could bear.
He didn't know how to let go.
"Sure," Mr. Sang Senior nodded, watching Sang Shen leave before turning back to chat with Qiaoqiao.
The smile on his face couldn't be hidden, the favoritism obvious. Sang Qiao, no matter how tough she seemed, couldn't help but be moved by her grandfather's sincerity.
