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nChapter 95: No Matter How Sweet the Orange Is, It Can’t Compare With You

nTranslator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

n“Of course not!

n“I promise: In the future, even if I have something to do, I’ll definitely tell you first. Take it that I was insensible this time. Our little sister An’an, hurry up and forgive me, alright?”

nThe man coaxed her patiently in a gentle and deep voice, begging for forgiveness.

nThe little girl wasn’t that angry anymore. She wasn’t angry with him, but…

n“You’ve already said it. In the future, you’re not allowed to run off without saying anything.”

n“Yes, yes, yes. I definitely won’t, I guarantee it!”

nAs Ling Chuan made the promise, he mimicked Grandfather Qi Xiuyuan’s voice as he teased, “A child who doesn’t keep his word isn’t a good child, so…”

n“Hahaha~”

nBefore Ling Chuan could finish speaking, Lu An couldn’t hold back her laughter.

nShe recalled how Grandpa had educated her earnestly with a raised cane.

nA certain someone’s pretentious and sad voice rang out on the other end of the line. “Little An’an, have you forgotten about me now that you have a family? Don’t… Don’t you know that Grandpa misses you? Sob sob~”

n“Hahaha! Brother Xiao Chuan, that’s enough! If Grandpa hears that, he’ll beat you to death!”

nLu An almost burst with laughter!

nThe image of the old man lying in bed and pretending to be pitiful, especially when he was holding the hem of her shirt, was especially vivid.

nBut as she smiled, tears welled up in the corners of her eyes.

nLu An restrained her smile and said, “Brother, when you come back next time, we’ll find time to visit Grandpa, alright?”

n“Mm, okay.”

nThe man agreed in a low voice. He knew that the little girl missed her grandfather, so he added, “Don’t worry, I have someone taking care of Grandpa. He’s doing well, there’s no problem.”

n“Mm, I know. Thank you, Brother.”

nThen, it seemed… there wasn’t anything else to talk about?

nFor some reason, Lu An didn’t want to end the call. She didn’t know why.

nThey listened to each other’s breathing and kept quiet as they looked at the refreshing scenery around them.

nSuddenly, Ling Chuan said in a deep voice, “Oh, right, do you remember the orange tree that we planted in the backyard together?”

n“Oh, I remember, of course I remember!”

nLu An immediately perked up and replied happily, “It’s so tall now. It’s got a lot of oranges on it. I even stole one last time. It’s so sour. When we go back next time, it’ll definitely be sweet!”

n“Mm,” the man replied softly as he thought: No matter how sweet the orange is, it can’t compare with you.

nOn this side, a certain third brother really couldn’t take it!

nDidn’t his little sister just want to ask the d*mn man why he had suddenly left? Why were they talking about everyday things now?

nShe was chatting so warmly, but there was completely no substance to the words. Wasn’t it boring? When was it going to end?

n“Ah, Little Sister, my foot hurts. I think I accidentally sprained it?”

nA certain third brother suddenly crouched down and clutched his right foot, as if he was dying of pain.

n“Oh!

n“Brother, it seems that my third brother sprained his ankle. I’ll talk to you later.”

nWith that, Lu An hurriedly hung up and crouched down in front of her third brother to look at his foot.

nA certain third brother immediately looked up and smiled fawningly. “Little Sister, do you think my acting skills are good? Do I have the potential to be an actor?”

nThat sloth-like expression was infuriating.

n“As if!”

nA certain little sister gave an angry comment, but still reached out to pull him up, and turned around to get back to work.

n“Hehe~”

nThird Brother thought he was pretty good, and eagerly trotted after his little sister.

nOn the other side, Shen Liang looked at a certain man who stared at his phone for a long time with a dark expression.

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