Pei Ge's lips curled into a smile. "Still, I feel that uncle must be planning something. I think it is quite impossible for him to admit defeat so easily, and he he won't be this—"
"Why are you two still not coming in when you're already here? What are you doing at the door?"
Qu Xiujie's loud and bright voice came from inside the house.
"Coming; coming," hurriedly answered Ji Ziming, finally shutting the older man's mouth as he waited for the both of them to enter.
"Uncle, what were you discussing with my mom?"
Once they walked in, he saw Qu Xiujie half-squatting on the floor, while his mother was lying on the sofa with her eyes closed, clearly resting. It seemed that the two were getting along well.
"I was asking your mom which one she wants to use," replied the older man earnestly. Still, Ji Ziming's mother ignored his good intentions. "Why don't you just say that you want to use it? Why must you say that I am the one who wants to use it?"
