Shu Qiqi came down from upstairs, her foot swelling had subsided, and though Leng Yichen's massage technique wasn't great, the effect was surprisingly good.
Seeing her walking easily, the old lady beamed with joy, "I knew once Yichen took care of it, your foot would definitely be fine."
Shu Qiqi was taken aback, "Grandma?"
The old lady realized she had misspoken and hurriedly tried to cover it up, "I really don't know anything. Yichen came to me for medicinal wine last night, and I guessed it must be for you. How is it, if it still hurts, should Yichen bring some more tonight?"
Shu Qiqi's face turned red, and she quickly said, "It doesn't hurt anymore, thank you, Grandma."
She dared not trouble Leng Yichen anymore, or else he might pinch her to death.
She just knew it; how could that cold and indifferent man be so kind? It turned out it was because of Grandma's 'imperial edict'.
No wonder he threatened her with the contract.