There Wasn't A Slight Trace From Her

After some deliberation, Yan Rusheng decided to make a trip to the clinic to take a look even though he knew that Xuxu would never look up her grandfather.

After he had stopped the car, he unfastened the seatbelt, got off the car and shot like an arrow towards the clinic. He pushed aside the PVC strip curtain and saw grandfather seated at the bar counter. He was playing on his computer.

He opened his mouth and asked directly, "Grandfather, is Xuxu at your place?"

He asked as he walked in.

The old man averted his gaze away from the computer and looked at Yan Rusheng. Seeing his anxious and worried look, the elderly man hurriedly stood up and moved towards him. "She's not here. Did the two of you quarrel?"

Just as he had anticipated! He already knew the outcome, but it still disappointed and worried him. It was painted all over his face.

He shook his head and responded, "No."