"Of course." Jian Yiyi was an obedient girl in front of the old man. Because she was doted on, she spoke much more freely because no matter what, her grandparents wouldn't blame her.
She naturally leaned her head on the old man's arm and said coquettishly, "It's cold, and I can't sleep well. My skin has worsened."
"It's that tough? Then don't do it. It's enough that you've tried something fresh." When the old man heard this, he couldn't help but feel heartache for his granddaughter.
How could a child of the Jian family suffer like this?
When Qiao Shuyi heard this, she couldn't help but smile helplessly. "Dad, you're spoiling Yiyi too much. She's not a child anymore. How can she give up on her decision so quickly? Moreover, after signing the contract, if you really want to withdraw, you have to pay the penalty fee."
