Mu Yichen almost laughing: "Just say you want a drink, why bring grandma into it?"
"Is that a yes?"
The old man was overjoyed.
"No!"
Unexpectedly, Mu Yichen was so ruthless in his refusal.
The old man nearly tapped his head with chopsticks, if only he remembered he wasn't a child anymore.
The old man sighed to himself, in a blink of an eye, so many years have passed and the grandson has already become a father.
"Fine! I'm sick of it! I need to watch out for everyone's face just to have a sip of wine!"
The old man couldn't help blurting out some unpleasant words.
"Grandpa, last time I went to your room, I smelled wine in there."
Qin Mu's eyes twinkled as she suddenly chirped in mischievously.
The old man seemed to have a string in him, originally loose, suddenly tensed.
"You drinking secretly behind our backs is fine, but if my mom sees..."
Mu Yichen naturally knew, and sighed with pretended difficulty.
