Tang Yanqi didn't know what she should say. She understood Mr. Sheng's words, but for her, wasn't this also a good thing?
If it wasn't for Mr. Sheng's self-assertion, she wouldn't have become the Young Madam Sheng, she wouldn't have gotten so close to Sheng Jianan, and Sheng Jianan would absolutely have no possibility of liking her.
Tang Yanqi was grateful for everything now, grateful for the kindness of the elderly, grateful for his arrangements.
Gently holding Mr. Sheng's hand, Tang Yanqi smiled slightly, "Grandfather, this is my good fortune."
Mr. Sheng's weathered face was overflowing with a smile, he patted Tang Yanqi, "Good child."
The old man was tired and laid down to rest. Tang Yanqi left his room, returned to her and Sheng Jianan's room, sat on the bed, recalling Mr. Sheng's words just now.
The old man knew she was the one who had accompanied Sheng Jianan before, yet he didn't tell Sheng Jianan about this, because of her dignity.
