Grandmother sighed helplessly and compromised: "Bring that girl to visit grandma more often when you have time. Also, if there's no news of my great-grandchild within a year, grandma will arrange another marriage for you!"
Shen Yanchen gave a perfunctory "Hmm" and had just opened the door when Lu Qianwen and Gu Qimiao were standing right there.
"Let's go," he said, his gaze fixed solely on Gu Qimiao.
Gu Qimiao looked at him blankly, not reacting until he pulled her hand towards him and said to Lu Qianwen, "Enjoy your meal." Then, he led Gu Qimiao away.
Gu Qimiao's mind was filled with fireworks, "bang bang" exploding.
They... were holding hands!
His hand was large, warm, with a thin layer of calluses, holding hers with just the right amount of pressure.
Gu Qimiao looked down at their hands, wanting to hold on tighter but not daring to.
When they reached the elevator, he let go, his expression as indifferent as usual. Maybe holding hands didn't mean anything special to him.
