Stare...
Stare...
Stare...
A spacious living room.
A low sandalwood coffee table.
Mo Ren Di and Yi Lin sat separately on soft cushions.
Molly had been tugging at her grandfather's sleeve for a whole half-hour.
Yi Lin felt the scene was somewhat off.
Strange,
too strange.
No reason for that.
It shouldn't be.
Seems like the roles have reversed?
Could this be the "world's reality"?
In Yi Lin's impression, Molly didn't like her grandfather clinging to her.
While Mo Ren Di was the granddaughter-obsessed person who always had "my lovely granddaughter Meng Meng" on his lips.
But now, the roles between grandfather and granddaughter seem reversed.
Mo Ren Di's rosy face squeezed out wrinkles, looking somewhat helpless, occasionally placing his fist on his knee, then on the table.
While Molly clung to Mo Ren Di relentlessly.
