Father Qiao's scarlet and angry eyes frightened the children. They held Qiao An's hand tightly and looked fearfully at their grandfather, who didn't welcome them.
Qiao An almost begged her father. "Dad, let's talk alone. Don't scare the children."
Only then did Father Qiao's gaze move to the children. When he saw the dignified Joey, the exquisite porcelain doll-like Angel Qiao, and the arrogant young master-like Ki Ki, his cold heart instantly melted.
He eased his expression and put on a forced smile. "It's not that Grandpa doesn't welcome you back. It's just that your mommy did something wrong and Grandpa wants to criticize her. But this doesn't affect Grandpa loving you."
Angel Qiao asked timidly, "Grandpa, can you not talk to Mommy so loudly? Mommy will be afraid."
Father Qiao was stunned.
