Mo Yan stopped talking; after all, she had already told her old man that if he dared to make things difficult for Ye Tian, she would take the big dog from the courtyard away. The old man values that dog more than his own granddaughter.
Stinky old man.
Mo Yan couldn't help feeling resentful, yet her face didn't betray any emotion. Women are born with the ability to say one thing and feel another—this was known since Confucius, who said, "Only the petty and women are difficult to nurture."
The car turned left and right, entered the city center, and turned left and right again. Just when Ye Tian felt impatient and leaned back in his seat to sleep, the car stopped at the entrance of an alley after taking the last turn.
"Are we here?"
Mo Yan unbuckled her seatbelt, not even giving him a direct glance, "Get out of the car."
