Little Ninth, You're an Alchemist, Right?

Beiting Huang hurriedly pulled him up and patted his clothes. She said angrily, "Grandpa, you're really old. You're actually so inexperienced. It's just Uncle and Aunt advancing. What's there to be shocked about?"

However, Beiting Qing pulled Beiting Huang into his arms. He was so excited that his body was twitching. "Child, do you blame me? Did I treat you like that in the past?"

Beiting Huang took a deep breath. There were tears in her eyes, but she endured them. She smiled and said in a calm voice, "Aren't we family? What's there to hate between family? What's there to hold a grudge against? If Grandpa had never loved me, perhaps I would have held a grudge. But you protected me. Nothing can compare to your care for me."