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”Grandmother.” There was even a hint of happiness in her voice, but the other side of the phone was actually silent. An Hao suspiciously looked at his phone and called out: ”Grandma? Can't you hear me? ”

As her voice faded, she seemed to hear the sound of someone inhaling, and then her grandmother's voice rang out: ”Oh, okay. Where are you?”

An Hao looked at the alleyway he was in, and laughed: ”I'm at home, it's time to eat.”

As she spoke, she pursed her lips and lowered her head. Her voice was still cheerful as she said, ”Granny has made my favorite pot of stew.”

”You child …” Grandma An's voice was tinged with tears as she reproached him unhappily, ”How long are you going to keep lying to me for?”

An Hao's heart instantly tensed up, and tears uncontrollably flowed down his face. ”Grandmother?”

”Do you hear me when you get home?” Grandma An choked with sobs. ”If your mother-in-law really made you a wok of meat, why would she call me and ask me to return the gift money? You damned girl, what happened? ”

Call for a betrothal gift?

An Hao was stunned, how could she have forgotten her mother-in-law's pestering?

When he returned home, Grandma An was in the kitchen, holding the ingredients needed to cook the meat. Seeing that she had returned, he did not immediately ask what had happened, but instead raised his chin towards her, ”You should go back to your room first. If you're hungry, there's a biscuit on the table.

An Hao nodded, when he returned to his room, he saw the crumbs and a small bowl of porridge on the small table, as well as his grandmother's own pickled cucumber vegetables.

An Hao could not help but turn to look at the kitchen. Grandma should have already put the meat in the wok, the fragrance was in the air and she suddenly felt a sour taste in her nose. She could not control herself and wanted to cry.

His eyes and the tip of his nose were red. She placed the plate in her hands on the table, grabbed the hem of her skirt to wipe her hands, then sat beside An Hao and glanced at her: ”Have you cried?”

An Hao nodded as he chewed on the biscuit.

”You're hopeless.” Grandma An poked her forehead and said angrily: ”Do you think that since grandmother is old and can't help you with anything anymore, she is hiding everything from me and allows others to bully her without knowing how to go home?”

An Hao could not help but sob, he stood up and threw himself into her embrace, and cried out, ”Grandmother!”

At first, she didn't feel wronged, but after hearing her grandma's voice, hearing her grandma say that she didn't know how to go home, she suddenly felt incredibly wronged. All the boredom of the day was stuck in her throat, as if only crying would be able to alleviate it.

After crying enough, Grandma An did not ask in a hurry either. The ancestor and grandson first ate and cleaned up properly, An Hao took a hot bath and dried his hair before telling Grandma An everything. He still chose not to tell grandmother that the person who took her in was Lin Lang, and concealed his verbal attack on her.

Speaking of last night when Chen Xiyang abandoned her on their wedding night and left, the feeling of grievance in An Hao's heart surfaced again, as she puckered her lips and drooped her head.

Although she didn't say what happened after that, it wasn't hard for her to guess what had happened.