Ye Qianqian's smile deepened. She replied, "I am indeed happy, Grandfather."
Ye Zhenhua witnessed the exchange but didn't say anything. He shuffled his way into the kitchen to prepare dinner.
Ye Qianqian had no idea what Shen Zhilie was doing outside. She headed out to find him but couldn't.
Eventually, Shen Zhilie reappeared on his own. In his hand was a bag.
The bag was black. It seemed to be one of Ye Qianqian's.
"What is this?" she asked.
"Something."
"Doesn't that go without saying?" Ye Qianqian rolled her eyes in exasperation. She reached into it. Her hand emerged with a passport.
She continued rummaging through the bag but couldn't find anything else. Shen Zhilie nudged her off and said, "Stop digging through it. Shouldn't you be helping your father in the kitchen?"
"I'm not going to help him in the kitchen. You should go instead."
