"Uncle Dayong!" "Uncle Dayong!"
"Hey, Brother An is getting more and more imposing."
"Uncle Dayong, you're jesting again." Yang Dayong and Ye Zi'an playfully exchanged punches, looking rather close.
"Xiaxia, am I going to be a grandfather again?" Yang Dayong glanced at Yang Chuxia, couldn't help but break a sweat. He clearly wasn't that old, so how had he become a grandfather?
"Yes!"
"Xiaxia, congratulations, you're a mother again." This voice came from behind Yang Dayong; it was Shen Qiu, "I heard from Dayong that you came home, so I came to see you."
Yang Chuxia had wanted to ask him what exactly was going on between him and Shen Qiu, and how Shen Qiu had saved him, but she didn't expect Shen Qiu to come along.
"Long time no see." Yang Chuxia said indifferently.
She didn't have a particularly good impression of Shen Qiu, nor did she have much to say, merely making lukewarm conversation.
On the other hand, Yang Dayong and Ye Zi'an were chatting merrily.
