I Like Her, and I’m Not Letting Her Go

Grandpa Su's eyes instantly widened. "You…"

Yue Tingfeng added, "She's not the one who can't let go of me. I'm the one who can't let go of her. Looking for her won't do you any good. You should talk nicely to me, but that's pointless too. After all, I like her, and I'm not letting her go so easily."

"You…"

Yue Tingfeng did not give Grandpa Su the liberty of finishing his sentence but interrupted him instead. "Grandpa, I know her than you do. After all, I'm the one who slept with her. No one knows her as much as I do."

He made direct eye contact with the old man. Their gaze was level, and Yue Tingfeng was not even afraid.

Yue Tingfeng knew what the old man wanted to say, but Yue Tingfeng himself was steadfast.

The old man was his maternal grandfather—the father of his mother. As good as the elderly man's intentions were, his perception of Yan Qingsi was misunderstood.