Tang Huai isn't a saint who would be blindly sentimental to this extent.
She went to see Zhou Xiaocui for a reason, but she didn't explicitly tell Yang Jinghai.
She simply smiled at Yang Jinghai and said, "It's New Year, isn't it? I thought I'd bring her some food."
Yang Jinghai lowered his gaze, unhappily glancing at the food container in Tang Huai's hand, "She framed you and you still have the heart to bring her food? You must be bored out of your mind."
"Grandpa, I don't have a mind,"
"You don't, but he does!" Yang Jinghai suddenly glared at Jing Xuan.
Tang Huai froze, then burst out laughing.
Even the enforcement officers watching them couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Jing Xuan glanced coolly at Yang Jinghai, "I have a mind, but I'm not bored."
Yang Jinghai snorted, "If you're not bored, who is? Following Tang Huai around all day, is that your ambition?"
