"I see. All right, then."
Zhao Wenxiang knew this matter couldn't be rushed. He smiled. "Do you need a date? How about you take Wan'Er with you?"
"Huh?" Jiang Xinghai was stunned.
Zhao Wan'Er immediately clutched her stomach. "Grandpa, my stomach hurts so much! I need to go lie down."
"You brat, you're still going to pretend in front of me?" Zhao Wenxiang glared at Zhao Wan'Er.
"Grandpa, you know how it is for women... there are a few days every month that are painful. Surely you understand that, Grandpa? How could I be faking it?" Zhao Wan'Er said, looking aggrieved as tears welled up in her eyes.
Zhao Wenxiang's old face flushed. "All right, fine."
'He couldn't very well check if his granddaughter was really in pain, could he?'
"Miss Wan'Er, I am quite skilled in medicine. I could help ease your pain," Jiang Xinghai offered.
"No, no, no..." Zhao Wan'Er frantically waved her hands, making a show of crouching on the ground.
"Then I'll take my leave."
