He was beginning to feel superfluous in his own home.
…
At approximately eight p.m., Xu Zhengxuan came to visit his grandson.
Mo Jin had gone to Europe for a few days. Feeling especially lonely, he could only rely on his daughter and grandchild to console him.
When Xu Zhengxuan saw that Yan Jin was present too, he decided to join the two children to watch a cartoon.
Yan Jin nibbled on some snacks for a while and suddenly appeared beside Xu Zhengxuan. "Uncle, do you have any sons?" he asked.
"Yeah, I do." Xu Zhengxuan nodded with a smile.
"How old is he?"
"Twenty-two," Xu Zhengxuan answered amiably. "Why are you asking, little fellow?"
"That's coincidental. I have a sister too," Yan Jin said without a change in beat as he began to swing his little legs. "She's very pretty. Why don't we introduce her to your son?"
Seated on the couch beside them, Nian Junting choked on his tea and could not help spitting it out.
