"What are you talking about? It's a wedding; of course, the elders must be invited." Qing Li raised her eyebrows in anger and scolded.
Little Dumpling reached out with tiny hands toward Grandma, wanting her to hold him.
Qing Li embraced the little fellow, who smelled of milk, and the coldness on her face softened considerably.
Dumpling's finger landed on Qing Li's forehead, earnestly looking at her.
Who knows what he was communicating to Qing Li through his thoughts.
It made Qing Li chuckle, her gaze full of doting affection directed at her grandson.
Yu Longting looked at his rebellious son and raised an eyebrow, "Haven't you already been an elder once and even drank the bride's tea?"
"Ah, as the father-in-law, I haven't had the bride's tea yet. It's a perfect time to make up for it." Yu Qingxiao sighed depressively and glanced at me.
My face instantly turned crimson. I could call Qing Li "Mom."
But for some reason, calling Yu Qingxiao "Dad" just wouldn't come out.
