Wan Xianzhong trembled with rage. "You all... and Father! Xian'Er is your granddaughter."
Wan Xianlin smiled and shook his head. "It is precisely because Xian'Er is my granddaughter that I, her grandfather, understand her better than you do. I may not have spoiled her as much as you, but do you truly know what she wants? Don't forget, I have raised two generations of our family."
Patting Wan Xianzhong's shoulder, Wan Xianlin turned and said, "Let them be. Besides, Xian'Er and the Saint Heir haven't seen each other in three years. They must have so much to talk about. How could you bear to be the third wheel? You and I are not young anymore. This is the world of the young now. Trust me, by tomorrow, Xian'Er will be back to her old self."
"Well now, I must get back to see my adorable great-granddaughter. It's a rare treat to have the little one staying the night, so I'd best not waste any time."
