"Does the naughty girl still remember Grandpa?" Old Sir Luo quietly wiped the corner of his eye, his rough hand gently rubbing his granddaughter's head, "Ye'er has grown taller, Grandpa has to tiptoe just to reach you."
There was a deep sense of melancholy in his words.
Luo Ye chuckled: "Grandpa, I exercise every day, of course I grow fast, but don't worry, I won't grow as tall as Yao Ming." As she spoke, she helped the old man down the stairs.
Just then, the doorbell rang, and Luo Ye reflexively glanced at the time: "It's past eleven, it should be Dad! I'll go open the door and give him a little scare."
Sister Li, who was about to open the door, quickly stopped in her tracks.
Luo Ye reached the doorway, but didn't impulsively open the door; instead, she first pressed the display screen next to the door—a handsome young man appeared, and she turned to Wen Xin: "Mom, I don't recognize him, do you?"
