A white tissue was quietly handed to her. When Jiang Chenyue lowered her head, she met a pair of clear black and white eyes staring at her purely and cleanly. In a gentle voice, he said, "Beautiful Grandma, don't cry. Crying makes you less pretty."
The sourness that Jiang Chenyue had suppressed suddenly surged uncontrollably like a dam breaking. She reached out and took the tissue from the little boy, her eyes already red, but her lips were curling upwards, "Thank you, Duidui~"
Rong Yan also put the lemon water back in front of her, subtly changing the subject, "Mrs. Jiang, have a drink of water. I didn't know if you can handle spicy food, and we haven't ordered the base of the hotpot yet. I'll call the waiter over, let's order some food, talking about it makes me hungry."
Her stomach cooperatively grumbled.
Pfft!
She was just saying!
Rong Yan awkwardly rubbed her stomach, looking towards her.
