"Grandpa, stop teasing Yingying all the time; she's your lifesaver, after all."
"Who said I'm going to tease that weepy girl? What if she cries and floods the hospital?" Old Master Shen teased with a smile growing more evident in his eyes.
He had misjudged her initially—she was just right standing beside Mosheng.
Hearing this, Shen's mother winked teasingly at Han Yingying, "Grandpa actually likes her a lot, he's just stubborn."
"Like her? With her weepy and timid nature, she's not my cup of tea. Go on, go, don't disturb my rest."
Old Master Shen feigned impatience, waving people away, resolutely not admitting that he had long accepted Han Yingying.
Everyone laughed and backed off to let him rest properly.
Once they were out of the ward, Shen Mosheng held Han Yingying's hand tightly, his eyes full of gratitude, "Yingying, thank you for saving Grandpa."
"Silly, your grandfather is my grandfather too; what's there to thank?"
