Old Mr. Chu looked at the elegant young girl standing before him, and through her face, he seemed to see his late younger sister, his eyes gradually turning red.
"Nannan, you really are my Nannan..." Old Mr. Chu's saggy face trembled, and the elderly man who has lived most of his life actually choked up.
They say love skips a generation, and it's not without reason. Facing Grandpa Chu, Nianyang felt more at ease and said sweetly, "Grandpa, I've told you to take good care of your health. How can you be so disobedient?"
Old Mr. Chu's frame shook as if he was about to fall backward, but Nianyang quickly held him up. Tears glistened in his eyes, "What did you call me?"
So Nianyang spoke even more affectionately, "I called you Grandpa. Am I not your granddaughter? Or do you not like me calling you Grandpa?"
Old Mr. Chu shook his head in excitement, stuttering and coughing because he was too anxious, "No, of course not, no, cough cough..."
"Grandpa, take it slow."
