It was a little crazy, but he thought Jian Mo could understand.
"Were you having a fight?"
There was silence in the air for a second or two. Grandpa immediately understood what was going on and walked over to Jian Mo. "Tell me how Achen hurt you and I'll take care of it."
"It's nothing, grandpa, just a little quarrel." Jian Mo lowered his head.
Grandpa glared at Huo Qichen, "Tell me what you did! Apologize!"
"Grandpa." He said calmly.
"Grandpa, it's okay, it's my problem." Jian Mo forced a smile and didn't speak for a long time.
The atmosphere on Huo Qichen's side was calm and he didn't say anything.
Grandpa didn't say much for a moment, and Aunt Liu shook Jian Mo's hand.
He saw a red patch on the back of her left hand and was surprised: "What's wrong with your hand?"
Jian Mo came back to her senses: "...Oh, it's okay, I've already been given medicine."
Aunt Liu also noticed it and rubbed it repeatedly, feeling distressed. She murmured anxiously, "How am I going to explain to your parents that you're always getting hurt?"
Jian Mo suddenly felt a lump in her heart.
The dumplings were ready and it was almost dark.
The lights in Mingyuan are brightly lit.
Jian Mo and Aunt Liu are both very good cooks. Sitting at the dining table, several people felt like they were all together.
Huo Qi Chen occasionally picked up food for Jian Mo without saying much. I wonder if he did it on purpose for his grandfather to see.
Jian Mo was quite cooperative, but she didn't actually eat much. The wound on the back of her hand was a little itchy, but because there was a man sitting next to her with a very strong aura, she didn't dare to touch it.
The grandfather observed his grandson's expression and winked at him. Huo Qichen saw it, stopped picking up food for her, and put down his chopsticks: "Are you feeling unwell?"
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