"Xiao Tong, Ye'er is calling you from upstairs." Mr. Wen, although already past seventy, still had sharp hearing and clearly heard his granddaughter's call. Seeing his son still chatting, he reminded him.
"Little uncle, little uncle, come up here!" Luo Ye's loud yelling came clearly from upstairs; Wen Tong hurried to his feet, "Dad, you really have good ears."
Old Mr. Wen waved his hand dismissively, "Stop rambling." Seeing everyone looking awkward, he amiably smiled and said, "You all are Ye'er's classmates and friends. If she didn't completely trust you, she would never have brought you here. Every family has its issues, don't take it to heart."
"Yes, Grandpa."
Listening to everyone's unified response, Old Mr. Wen started laughing, "As expected of those who came from a military school."
"Hehe..." Wu Zetian, feeling a bit embarrassed, scratched his head, "The drill instructor trained us into a habit, it's purely a conditioned reflex."
