The relationship between the two families was so good that Tong Yan regarded Grandmaster Yin as her own grandfather, so she called him grandpa directly.
These words made Grandmaster Yin beam with joy, nodding repeatedly, "Good, good, good, Yan always remembers this old man."
Yin Weiyi, who had been standing by the side for a long time with her arms crossed, couldn't help rolling her eyes. She had been standing here for so long, and her grandpa hadn't even glanced at her. Every time a big bust was around, as his granddaughter, she would be completely forgotten, but luckily she was used to it by now.
"Girls should be as obedient as Yan. Yiyi, you're rolling your eyes again, what is that supposed to look like? Stand properly!" Grandmaster Yin said in a stern manner with a loud voice, despite being seventy, his reprimands were methodical.
Can't catch a break, life's unfair.
