You Reap What You Sow

"Oh... I see. Seems like you are pretty lucky with women." Ye Qianqian clutched onto her phone as she sat in her seat.

Her tone of voice was neither hot nor cold. Her half-jesting manner instantly made Shen Zhilie relax, and his depressed mood lessened. He chuckled softly as he said, "Why? Are you jealous?"

"Of course. If I could have a beauty by my side like you, I would also feel different when I work."

"That's true."

"Hmgh. You are pretty darn blissful now. Well... Did you know that something happened in my family lately?"

"What is it?"

"My grandfather passed away."

Previously, Shen Zhilie had bought quite a fair amount of food items that were meant for dementia for Ye Qianqian's grandfather. However, Ye Zhenhua had already disposed of those items now.

Shen Zhilie fell silent for a moment before he replied, "Yes, I heard."