The two turned their heads to see a man in an expensive black suit, tall and slender, walking steadily towards them.

His eyebrows reached his temples, his nose was prominent, his thin lips carried a hint of sharpness, and his ink-like eyes held a faint warmth as he spoke in a deep yet clear voice.

"Grandmother, who are you venting your anger at?"

The afternoon sunlight swept across his side, casting his silhouette into a magnificent and elegant figure, exuding grace and elegance in every movement.

The old lady looked satisfied at her grandson, then turned to give a signal to Lairong, who quickly walked away.

The man crouched down, holding the old lady's hand, and looked at her with a slight smile, pretending to be angry.

"Who upset you, Grandmother? Your grandson will take care of them for you!"

The old lady pouted, "Who else but this ungrateful brat of mine?! Hurry and give me my great-grandson to hold!"

A deep sense of helplessness flashed through Bo Jingchuan's dark eyes.

"Grandmother, I just returned to the country. Where can I find a woman to bear you a grandson?"

The old lady snorted, "For so many years, you've always had an excuse!"

She puffed out her cheeks but turned her head in Shen Fanxing's direction.

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Lairong had already approached her, and the woman looked over here, waving her hand.

Shen Fanxing was puzzled but followed Lairong over.

Bo Jingchuan stood up and watched as Lairong led a tall, slender woman closer.

The woman's complexion was pale, but her beauty was undeniable. She wore a loose hospital gown, and as she walked, the gown billowed, revealing her slender figure inside.

Bo Jingchuan squinted slightly, his dark eyes fixed on the woman's approaching face.

But it wasn't until Shen Fanxing walked closer, her cautious and puzzled gaze sweeping over him, that he gradually withdrew his gaze.

He felt slightly surprised; it was the first time he had seen a woman look at him with such indifference and even a hint of disdain.

Furthermore, her gaze only briefly swept over him before focusing on the grandmother.

The indifference in her eyes left him not only surprised but also with a hint of frustration.

He was slightly taken aback, and a faint curve appeared on his thin lips.

"Grandmother, did you need something from me?"

As Shen Fanxing spoke, she bent down slightly, her voice carrying the weakness and gentleness of someone recovering from an illness.

A glimmer of light flashed in Bo Jingchuan's deep eyes as he listened.

The most important thing when talking to someone who usually sat in a wheelchair was to avoid making them tilt their neck, especially if their cervical spine wasn't in good condition.

He had been mindful of this issue all along and naturally knew that this posture was the most tiring.

It was akin to standing at attention.

For such a frail woman...

The smile in the old lady's eyes deepened as she held Shen Fanxing's hand, staring at her face for a long time, nodding repeatedly.

"Good, very good, excellent!"

Shen Fanxing didn't understand and could only maintain a polite yet awkward smile.

"Child, don't worry, Grandmother isn't a bad person. She's just a bit bored, saw you and felt a connection, so she suddenly called you over. It's a bit abrupt, forgive Grandmother, ah!"

Facing the old lady's unreserved enthusiasm, Fanxing shook her head.

"It's okay, I'm alone anyway."

As Shen Fanxing spoke, a faint trace of bitterness flashed in her clear eyes, easily captured by the old lady, who then gently patted her hand with some sympathy.

"Good child, what's your name?"

"Fanxing, Shen Fanxing."