Meng Yunhan instantly understood, his eldest sister had come to mediate.
After that incident back then, they had become estranged.
Now that his health was not good, and both his parents and older brother had passed away, he suddenly became melancholic.
"Eldest sister, come and sit at my place."
Standing here in this noisy area with people coming and going, it felt somewhat abrupt for them to be talking here.
Actually, passers-by couldn't help but look at Meng Yunhan.
Because of Meng Yunhan's aura, he was also good-looking, the kind that grew on you the more you looked, inevitably drawing more glances.
Yun Shuang noticed this too.
Although they were of the same generation, now they looked as if they belonged to different generations.
Looking at her younger sister, her face without any wrinkles, those hands whiter and more slender than her granddaughter's.
Yun Shuang followed Meng Yunhan home.
Yun Hao was playing chess with Old Zhao.
