"Why is there no chance? Could that place simply disappear?" Yang Lisheng looked at Song Yan Ning, speechless. He knew she wanted to go there, but this reason was rather far-fetched.
"Grandpa, please agree! Please! Just let me go," Song Yan Ning didn't want to explain too much to Yang Lisheng and could only resort to her trump card, acting spoiled. Children had this advantage—they could act spoiled anytime, anywhere, whenever they wanted.
"You girl, you always use this tactic." Yang Lisheng reached out and gently tapped Song Yan Ning's nose, his face full of helplessness.
"Grandpa, have you agreed?" Song Yan Ning blinked her watery eyes, looking at Yang Lisheng expectantly.
