Xiaoluo's little brow raised slightly to the side, eyes closed, looking as if he were fully focused on listening. At a glance, you could tell he was a good student who liked to read.
When Mrs. Yao passed by, she repeatedly praised her grandson: "Good child, you've inherited your mother's excellent genes."
Old Yao listened and felt aggrieved: "Wasn't I studious when I was young?"
"Why? Hmph." Mrs. Yao put her hands on her hips and looked dismissively at her son, "Don't you remember? You skipped classes, caught crickets, climbed trees. You can't tell me there weren't people complaining about you to your grandparents."
Shen Jiayin stood by, awkwardly lowering her head, as if she too had mischief records of climbing trees and stealing sparrow eggs like her husband when she was young.
