"Old Wang?" Fan Yuantang was somewhat surprised.
"Yeah, my grandpa had some misunderstanding with Liang Ping." Ran Ya placed her hands in front of her, her fingers fidgeting nervously.
Qian Cangyi silently watched, aware that Ran Ya was very scared at the moment, which was why he told her the secret of the loft.
"What misunderstanding?" Fan Yuantang patted the sofa beside him, "Come, sit down here, and tell me slowly."
Qian Cangyi was the first to walk over, sitting close to Fan Yuantang, while Ran Ya sat on the sofa next to the coffee table.
"Why did Old Wang hit you?" Fan Yuantang turned his head to look at Qian Cangyi.
"He has a poor memory." Qian Cangyi said softly.
"Poor memory?" Fan Yuantang's face showed an expression of incomprehension.
Seeing this, Ran Ya took a deep breath, placed her left hand on her chest, and said:
