"Uncle and Grandpa had a fight, and then Grandpa got sick from anger," Zi Xi pouted and said, "Mama, Auntie was so upset she cried."
Yi Luowa was stunned, hearing footsteps coming rapidly from the stairs, she held her son's hand and walked out.
Seven-year-old Xiao Sangyu was a budding little beauty, seeing her mom come out of the kitchen, she ran over quickly.
Looking at the daughter who had reached her own chest level, Yi Luowa smiled helplessly, "If Grandpa saw you like this, he would say you're not ladylike again."
Sangyu said with a little bitter face, "Don't mention Grandpa now, I already miss him."
Yi Luowa affectionately patted her daughter's head, "Be good, doesn't Grandpa call you every night?"
Zi Xi tugged at his sister's hand, "If you miss Grandpa, you can look at Dad, they look the same."
"It's not the same!" Sangyu looked down at her brother, "Auntie is crying upstairs, isn't it because of you?"
