Lan Qisheng descended the stairs and gazed at his stern-looking grandfather, who sat rigidly on the sofa. He approached and sat in front of him.
Before he could say a word, his grandfather's firm and authoritative voice filled the air.
"Are you certain about your choice?"
"Yes, Grandpa. I love him, and I have decided to spend the rest of my life with him."
"Tsk, that's assuming he even accepts you first. A brat like you doesn't have a single outstanding quality to entice a kid like him."
Lan Qisheng fell silent when he heard what his grandfather had said. He then stared at him patiently but sceptically.
"Grandpa, whose side are you on? Aren't I your grandson? Wouldn't you help me achieve my happiness?"
As Lan Qisheng said this, he caught a glimpse of ridicule flashing through those familiar eyes—eyes that mirrored his own. He knew that if he kept playing the grandson-grandfather card, his grandfather would shut him down mercilessly. So, he wisely changed the subject.
