"If it weren't for Zhe's sake, I wouldn't bother with you! You'd better behave yourself and not do anything else!" After Beitang Ting said this, he walked upstairs.
The next day, Beitang Yao received news that the old man had had a stroke and hoped he would come over to check on him, bringing Xia Qingqian along.
This was a phone call from Lao Chen to Beitang Yao.
Beitang Yao held the phone, pondering for a long moment. How could Grandpa have a stroke? When did this happen?
He glanced indifferently at Xia Qingqian, who was carrying dishes out of the kitchen. This glance made Xia Qingqian's body freeze, staring at him in a daze.
Beitang Yao stood up, walked to the dining table, and grabbed her wrist with a hint of suspicion: "I'm only going to ask you this once. Did you tamper with the things you bought for Grandpa?"
Xia Qingqian abruptly raised her head, looking at him in confusion: "Yao, what do you mean?"
His words were like a sarcastic blade, stabbing deep into her heart.
