As soon as they entered the sickroom, they saw the old patriarch of the Bo family staring at them angrily.
He slammed the table with his hand, his voice heavy with anger, and sternly asked, "Did you two just go to the Bureau of Civil Affairs to prepare for a divorce?"
Xia Qingtian was shaken with fear.
Upon seeing this, a touch of heartache flickered in the old patriarch's eyes, and his expression softened slightly.
"Qingqing, come here..." he beckoned Xia Qingtian over.
With guilt in her heart, Xia Qingtian approached him, her voice full of self-blame, "Grandpa, I'm sorry, you can hit or scold me..."
At her words, the old patriarch did indeed raise his hand.
Xia Qingtian immediately closed her eyes in fear, yet remained still on the spot.
However, the anticipated pain didn't come. Instead, she felt a gentle stroking atop her head, "Silly child, there's no reason for me to hit you."