"Hm?" Xu Nianhua looked at Pei Yicheng with utter confusion, unable to figure out what he meant.
"If your hand hadn't given me inspiration, how would Grandpa have remembered that prescription?" Pei Yicheng's gaze fell on her hand—her slender fingers, elegant and beautiful, freshly trimmed nails shining with a soft pink glow.
"Uh…"
Xu Nianhua raised her hand, thinking of the prescription Pei Yicheng sent before. The smile in her eyes deepened as she said, "That's because you're smart. Otherwise, everyone's hands would be freezing, but only you came up with this idea, right?"
Pei Yicheng's lips curved faintly. He didn't say anything, just quietly walked with Xu Nianhua.
Cheng Hao, intentionally dragging Xu Nian'an to give them a chance, looked at Pei Yicheng's reaction, wishing he could give him a push from behind.
"Sis, hurry up." Xu Nian'an noticed Cheng Hao kept looking back and reminded them.
