Yang Fan had no objections to Mr. Fan stepping in for him and readily agreed.
But Fan Sisi suddenly refused to comply. She pouted and unhappily said, "Grandpa, really, how can you snatch Fanzi's business. If Fanzi can't handle it, you could help him, why directly take over..."
This elbow-turning-outwards is a bit too obvious.
Yang Fan was startled and quickly said, "I can't handle it, and the old man finally wants to stretch his muscles once, this is just perfect. Moreover, I have another task, and I feel I probably can't handle it either."
"Sisi, I am your real grandfather, right?" Mr. Fan asked solemnly.
"Yeah," Fan Sisi nodded, "but Fanzi is my man!"
Yang Fan silently covered his face.
Done for!
He was cautious in every way, but Fan Sisi ended up revealing it herself.
Mr. Fan's gaze suddenly became as sharp as a butcher's knife, "What did you just say?"
