Seeing Luo Ziling's astonished look, Chen Qiaoyu seemed quite pleased with herself.
"Your grandfather definitely wouldn't tell you these things, neither would your great-grandfather, nor your maternal grandparents. I suppose your parents haven't told you these things either, have they?" Chen Qiaoyu laughed, her smile rather enigmatic.
Luo Ziling nodded, not denying Chen Qiaoyu's speculation.
He was indeed very surprised.
Luo Ziling felt that he wasn't listening to Chen Qiaoyu recount past events, but rather reading a novel, a legendary story, a very melodramatic saga of family feuds.
He blamed Luo Liansheng.
Why didn't Grandpa tell him about these things?
Back in the small village in the Northwest, Grandpa rarely talked to him about matters related to grandma or his parents.
In Luo Ziling's memory, Grandpa only mentioned things about Grandma twice.
As for matters related to Luo Xusheng and Ling Ruonan, he almost never spoke of them.
