Actually, compared to Grandpa Chi, Chi Jingxuan was more worried about Grandma.
Grandpa was hot-tempered, always ready to use his fists when words failed, beating you to let out his anger. Grandma, on the other hand, was different. She would keep everything bottled up, then sit by the bed alone, crying for hours on end.
Otherwise, Grandma wouldn't have been the one always falling ill over these past few years.
But now, even Grandma, who hailed from a prominent family of gentle upbringing, had resorted to physical action. Chi Jingxuan knew that Qin Yuji had successfully calmed her down.
As long as that pent-up anger could be released, a person wouldn't end up sick because of it. The rage that Chi Jingxuan had felt due to the nonsense Chi Zhenghong had spouted just now completely dissipated.
He took a breath, smiled at Qin Yuji, and beckoned her over before sitting down beside Grandpa Chi to enjoy some tea together.