Du stared at his granddaughter, who was standing there smiling far too innocently for his liking.
“You’re still laughing?” he snapped. “Do you have any idea what kind of state your grandfather is in right now?”
Xiaoying laughed a little longer before answering, her tone light and teasing.
“Grandpa, you can’t blame me for this.”
“If it’s not your fault, then whose is it?” Du shot back irritably. “Mine?”
Just an hour earlier, he’d been scolded relentlessly by his wife at home. Cornered with no escape, he’d fled to the office for some peace and quiet—only to walk straight into his granddaughter’s amused gaze.
So this was his fate now: bullied at home, mocked at work.
“Of course it’s your fault,” Xiaoying said cheerfully.
She looked nothing like the infamous Iceberg Beauty in that mome
