Xi Yuran nodded, then dashed upstairs.
Before long, two figures appeared at the top of the stairs, one tall and one small.
The man in the lead was dashing with a proud high forehead, a nose as straight as a snow-capped peak, and every line of his face was as finely chiseled as if carved by a knife.
Xi Yemo's gaze fell on Lan Xin Ai, and seeing her astonished expression, he knew that she was aware of the situation, so he turned his gaze to his grandmother.
Seeing the haggard look on his grandmother's face, Xi Yemo's eyes narrowed slightly, and a faint smile appeared on his lips, "Grandmother."
"Why didn't you tell me about this yesterday?" Elder Lady Xi was somewhat angry, her voice slightly emotional.
"Yesterday was my wedding day, I just wanted you to be happy, grandmother."
With a faint smile on his sexy thin lips, Xi Yemo had held back the news yesterday, not wanting his grandmother to be upset and ruin the joy of the wedding.