Mr. Xue said, "He must be someone important."
"Mom and Dad, do you feel pressured sitting with her?"
Mrs. Xue quickly shook her head, "For someone of her stature to sit and chat with us, it's something we couldn't wish for more."
Mr. Xue nodded, "Exactly."
Actually, the old lady had already let down her airs, but some things can't simply be set aside. When she sits there, everyone naturally gravitates towards her.
Whatever she wants to hear, people have to talk about.
Mr. and Mrs. Xue originally had a lot to say to their son, but in the past two days, they had repeated everything to the old lady, like sugarcane being chewed repeatedly, leaving them with no energy to nag their son.
Xue Liangliang first took his parents to Wolf Mountain to burn incense, and they stood at the summit, admiring the Yangtze River flowing into the sea.
