Two people understood in a row, and their tones were very cold.
Zhuo Ran felt sad, but there was nothing he could do.
Old Tutor Iron looked at his grandson and couldn't help but sigh in his heart. The young men who were caught in the net of love were all hot-headed and lost their cool when something happened.
Even the most free, free, and unrestrained grandchild could not be spared from vulgarity.
What was love for? It only taught people how to be close to each other.
"It's rare for a child like Zhuo Ran to say something he doesn't mean to."
Zhuo Ran blushed in embarrassment. "Grandpa."
Old Iron wanted to help his grandson, but he smiled and teased, "Little brat, your brother Zhuoran is too shy."
The corner of the little brat's mouth twitched. "Shy? Superbarrassed?"
She sneaked a
