"It's just that your father was such a bastard!"
Song Xiuyan's tone shifted, and he suddenly frowned.
A blazing fire ignited in his eyes, as though a lion king were about to break free from its restraints.
Ning Weiyang paused slightly.
From Song Xiuyan's tone, she could easily tell that he harbored resentment toward Ning Fanli.
But where had that resentment come from?
Did it have something to do with her mother, Song Yu?
Ning Weiyang composed herself and looked seriously at Song Xiuyan.
She reached out and placed her hand over the back of his. "Grandfather."
Seeing Ning Weiyang's expression suddenly turn so mature, Song Xiuyan could not help but be stunned.
Compared to the innocent and adorable Ning Weiyang he had met for the first time, the current Ning Weiyang seemed like an entirely different person.
Could a child of only six wear such an expression?
Song Xiuyan found it very surprising.
But then again.
It was precisely because Song Xiuyan considered Ning Weiyang still too young that he had not planned to tell her everything.
For a six-year-old child, knowing too much would only become a burden.
Song Xiuyan had merely let something slip earlier.
He had lost his temper for a moment and cursed Ning Fanli.
He had not expected his granddaughter to have a side no one knew about.
Still, this Ning Weiyang truly resembled Song Yu.
"Weiyang."
Song Xiuyan withdrew his hand, then patted the back of Ning Weiyang's hand in return.
His brows were tightly furrowed as he considered it.
Looking at Song Xiuyan, Ning Weiyang could roughly guess what he was contemplating.
"Grandfather, I want to know about Mother."
"I know I'm still young, and you may think it would be cruel to let such a young child know the truth, but