"Jinglei, could you go upstairs and call Feimo for me?" she spoke warmly, causing Feng Jinglei to pause.
Her gaze flickered towards the second floor.
"Okay."
Though she didn't know what Grandma Qin wanted to do, she couldn't outright refuse, so she got up and headed to the second floor.
Once her figure completely disappeared at the stairway, Zhuang Yanyan immediately stood up and carefully inspected the expensive leather sofa, furrowing her brow slightly as if pondering something.
"Axian!"
"Madam."
"Go fetch me a pair of scissors."
Looking at the madam standing with her hands on her hips glaring at the sofa, Sister Axian was puzzled. What is the madam going to do now?
"Alright."
In no time, Sister Axian returned with a pair of scissors, handing them to Zhuang Yanyan.
Zhuang Yanyan took the scissors, glanced again at the second floor to ensure her grandson and Jinglei hadn't come down yet, and then raised the scissors high—
