Forget it, it's all in the past now. Luo Yanyun couldn't blame Qiao Hongya for this anymore, she could only blame fate for making a fool out of her.
Liang Zixuan looked at the time. It was five in the evening and she didn't want to bother her grandparents anymore. She went into the kitchen, put on the apron, and began to prepare dinner.
After a while, Luo Yanyun and Qiao Hongya came in. "Zixuan, what are you doing? You just got home and you must be tired. Let grandmother cook tonight."
As Luo Yanyun spoke, she took the vegetables from Liang Zixuan's hand and put them in the sink to wash them.
Liang Zixuan anxiously stopped her grandmother and smiled. "Grandmother, I'm not tired. Besides, I haven't come back for a long time. I want to cook for you and grandfather and also ... For Han Yuanjun."
"Haha ..." Qiao Hongya pulled Luo Yanyun away with a laugh. "Don't use us as a shield. Just say that you want to cook food for Jun."
