"With him about what?" Han Yan widened his eyes.
"Do you think your grandfather is blind? Or that your grandfather has never been young?" Mu Beichen said grumpily, then switched to a reminiscent and proud expression, "Back in the day, your grandfather was also a dashing young man, and the love between your grandmother and me was earth-shattering..."
Mu Beichen suddenly turned his head and saw that Han Yan had stopped eating. He rested his chin on his hands, looking at Mu Beichen with eyes sparkling with curiosity, as if listening intently. Mu Beichen snapped back to reality, realizing that singing praises about his own romantic tales in front of the younger generation seemed a bit out of place.
"Ahem, alright, let's talk about you and that Ye Lanfeng." Mu Beichen awkwardly cleared his throat.
