Zuo Qing pursed her lips and said no more.
The old lady immediately sensed something was amiss between the two.
She furrowed her brows, her gaze sweeping over Zuo Qing, intentional yet unintentional.
Given her understanding of her granddaughter, it was unlikely she would offend someone.
The most crucial point was that their family's Xiaohei had a very good temperament.
Zuo Qing's obvious change in attitude displeased the old lady.
Although she always complained about Xiaohei, who else could she be but her own granddaughter? No matter the complaints, she was still her own flesh and blood.
The old lady immediately suspected Zuo Qing of not wanting Xu Wentian to have children.
But she didn't show her displeasure right away.
She turned to ask Xu Wentian, "Old man, where's Sisi's room?"
Xu Wentian hurried to have the butler arrange a room for Xu Sisi, the one closest to his own bedroom, with Zuo Qing's room on the right.