Xia Wanwan felt as if she were seeing a picky mother-in-law, but instead, she was faced with an old man. She had no mother-in-law, yet she had a grandfather who was even harder to deal with than a mother-in-law.
"Old man, that's not a wrinkle... it's the shadow pattern of the bedsheet," Xi Muchen grumbled. "And regarding the furniture, someone cleans it every day. If you want to nitpick, find a better reason."
Watching the man by her side protect her, Xia Wanwan realized she really couldn't get angry. The more the Han Family's old master nitpicked, the more Xi Muchen shielded her. Was this supposed to cause trouble? It was more like heating up their affection, wasn't it?
Thinking this, the corners of Xia Wanwan's mouth couldn't help but turn up slightly.
The old master of the Han Family also felt it; Xi Muchen would defend this girl no matter what, and whatever he said or did, Xi Muchen would protect her, leaving himself frustrated to no end.