"You only know how to feel sorry for Luo Feng, but you don't know how to feel sorry for me." Ai Zhaojiang was unhappy. "I prepared a lot of your favorite dishes for the New Year. They're all frozen in the fridge."
Ai Tingya's body stiffened, and her heart was filled with guilt. She lowered her head and said nothing.
Initially, he hoped that Ai Tingya's heart would ache for him, her grandfather. However, Ai Zhaojiang's heart softened when he saw Ai Tingya lowering her head in silence.
"Alright, alright… I promise you, okay?" Ai Zhaojiang said helplessly.
"Really?" Ai Tingya smiled through her tears and held Ai Zhaojiang's arm as they walked upstairs.
When the grandfather and grandson walked to the door of the office, Luo Feng and Dean Qi were still in a deadlock.