Yan Ke rolled his eyes, "Seventh Uncle, it's so late, why aren't you out painting the town red, and instead, pretending to be the dutiful grandson here?" His tone was anything but polite.
Yan Nangui wasn't offended, adopting a good-natured stance: "Then why did you all come?"
"We're the future flowers of our country, with upright roots, unlike you, haha..." Yan Ke squatted in front of the old man, grinning, "Great Grandpa, my brother and Sister Yun Ya and I came to see you."
The old man clasped his hand, his eyes squinting: "Is it Gege?"
Yan Ke beamed with happiness: "Great Grandpa still remembers me."
Yan Song pulled Ji Yunya over, and as soon as the old man saw Yun Ya, he immediately released Yan Ke's hand and grabbed Yun Ya's, "Girl, you haven't come to see this old guy for several days." His tone carried a hint of grievance.
