Ji Rui looked down at his son, met his son's pleading eyes, hesitated for a moment, but eventually turned the handle and opened the door.
The door slowly opened, and the three generations inside and outside the room exchanged a few glances. Finally, it was Ji Baby who broke the deadlock.
"Grandpa, come in quickly!"
Ji Baby reached out to pull Mr. Ji's hand and tug him inside.
Ji Rui silently glanced at him, stepped aside, and allowed him to enter the house.
"Baobao, did you miss Grandpa?"
Once inside, Mr. Ji squatted down beside Ji Baby and hugged him.
"I missed you!"
Ji Baby reached out to hug Mr. Ji, but his eyes darted to Ji Rui, as if afraid that Ji Rui would blame him for this.
Ji Rui reached out and ruffled his hair, then turned back to the dining room and resumed eating his meal.
"Grandpa, have you eaten? Come and eat with us!"
Ji Baby had no resentment toward Mr. Ji; instead, he was very reliant on him, which was the source of Ji Rui's conflict.
