"Alright, Grandpa, Ranran is my wife, and her decision is my decision," Jun Mochan firmly stood by Ye Ranran's side.
"Fine, it's your own choice, I'm old, I can't manage it, I just hope you won't regret it later," Mr. Jun stood up, walking unsteadily towards his room.
Ye Ranran took two steps forward, but Jun Mochan pulled her back and shook his head at her.
Ye Ranran, along with Song Ze, went to the room he had previously stayed in.
"Sister, did I make things difficult for you?" Sensitive Song Ze felt something was amiss.
Ye Ranran shook her head: "Not at all, it's no trouble."
"I will be very well-behaved, and I definitely won't cause any trouble for Sister, you can rest assured," Song Ze promised her.
Gazing at his beautiful face, Ye Ranran couldn't help but pinch it: "Don't worry about it, just settle in. I've said before, if I have food, there's definitely a share for you."