Seeing her grandfather's delighted expression, Mu Yiliang couldn't help but let out a chuckle.
After all, they hadn't been apart but hadn't really lost touch, so Mu Yiliang quickly restrained her emotions, and Mu Baoyun seemed not to have noticed her moment of lapse at all, smiling as he patted her hand: "You've raised Xiaoze well, how did you end up like this?"
Those words almost brought Mu Yiliang to tears again.
"Alright, alright, I won't nag you anymore, lest you say I'm being long-winded." Although Old Man is almost eighty, his body is still very strong. Sitting on a small stool, he prepared tea for them, "Has Xiaoze ever drunk tea before?"
In front of Mr. Mu, Xiaoze became particularly obedient: "Great Grandpa, I've had tea before."
"Children shouldn't drink too much, but you must finish this cup from your Great Grandpa." He handed a cup to Xiaoze with a smile, then passed another cup to Mu Yiliang, "Here, have a cup too."
