Cheng Che, who was also in the center of the storm, was in no mood to care about what was happening outside. At this moment, he was watching his biological grandmother holding the hand of his fiancee, Jiahui. It had been an hour, and his grandmother had yet to let go of Jiahui. The two women chatted happily, and he was left to his own devices.
Cheng Che felt a little helpless. He brought two bottles of water and walked over, placing one in front of each of the women. Then, he said, "Hey, why don't both of you drink some water first? Aren't you thirsty from talking so much?"
Cheng Yi smiled and nodded. "Yes, yes…"
Cheng Yi took the bottle of water and took a sip before she looked at Cheng Che and said, "Cheng Che, you've chosen a good wife! I've long heard from Jiang Jin that she's a very good girl. I didn't expect Jiang Jin to still be the same; her words are always an understatement!"
