Lydia Patterson was clearly stunned when the shadowy wind hit her face.
It wasn't that the wind stung, on the contrary, it just felt a little cool without much sensation.
She was simply shocked by her grandmother's sudden change of face.
This, this...
"I... Scarlett, she... she liked me... she followed me every day…"
For the first time, Lydia found himself at a loss for words.
Scarlett Jennings didn't bother to look at her, her exquisite face frosty.
The old lady took one look at her grandson's attitude, recalled Scarlett Jennings' words just now, and couldn't help but feel frustrated at his cluelessness.
"The Garrison girl followed you because of me! It's because of my relationship with her grandmother that she looked after you, not because she likes you!"
The old lady spoke plainly, and Lydia was once again stunned.
"Look after me? You... you asked her?"
Even if Lydia wanted to deny it, she couldn't doubt her grandmother's words.