"What is it?" She sensed something wrong.
"Well…" Li Lei thought for a while before telling the truth, "Xiao Ling, my grandfather is back."
Xia Ling kept quiet.
Her eyelashes fluttered for a while as her body sank deeper into the chair.
Her dress was swaying in the wind, and her voice became as light as a feather, "What has that got to do with me?"