Tang Yaxuan's lips parted slightly, her eyes red and pitiful as she looked at Tang Haocheng. "Hao..."
Tang Haocheng raised a finger, pointing at her in warning. Tang Yaxuan turned to Lin Aizhen, and tears instantly flooded her eyes. "Grandma... SOB SOB SOB!"
Lin Aizhen sighed and placed the fruit plate back on the nightstand. Just then, Wu Xiaowen came in, her cheeks still slightly flushed. When she saw Tang Yaxuan wiping away tears with one hand while holding an apple in the other, she quickly asked, "What's all this?"
Tang Yaxuan stood up, tears streaming down her face. She glanced timidly at Tang Haocheng and said softly, "It's nothing, Mom!"
Seeing her daughter's state, how could Wu Xiaowen not understand? She shot Tang Haocheng a look of displeasure. "Hao Hao, how could you..."
