The old lady snorted coldly, "You're certainly impartial!"

He couldn't be completely selfish; he couldn't very well reveal his mother's secret rendezvous as well.

"Don't you have anything else to say?"

The old lady called the whole family over not just to talk about Wang Shi.

Chuanze broke out in a cold sweat. Could it be that his grandmother knew something by asking him that?

He didn't speak, so the old lady ordered her old maid to search his room.

Marquis Changxing, Chuanhai, and Chuanrui were a bit confused again. They couldn't quite understand how things were developing today.

Xu Yan had already sat down to eat some snacks, but she didn't forget to pour her daughter a cup of tea when she almost choked.

What's going on? Did the old lady find out about the love letters? Who told her?

Chuanwen ate the snacks while curiously watching the melon.

Xu Yan smiled, "With my daughter here, there are no secrets in this family!"

A short while later, the old woman returned, carrying a piece of paper. The old lady unfolded it and saw it was a love poem, written in delicate, feminine handwriting. Thinking about it, she couldn't help but glance at Chuanyu.

Before her mother returned, Chuanyu was a little confused by her grandmother's sudden attack on her brother. Now, seeing the paper, she panicked instantly. No wonder she couldn't find it no matter how hard she looked; it turned out her brother had picked it up!

But what can we do now!

Just as Chuanyu was panicking, she met the old lady's gaze, her face flushed red, and she quickly lowered her head.

What to do? What to do? What to do?

Chuan Yu felt as if a thousand horses were galloping through her heart, pounding wildly, yet she was completely at a loss.

At this moment, Chuanze, who was also blushing, spoke up and said that he had written the love poem!