"Why are you here? Are you willing to come back?"
Huo Yangping's voice didn't sound old. It was actually quite vigorous.
Huo Jinyao stepped forward and stood beside him. "Grandpa, your calligraphy is getting better and better," he said.
"Don't flatter me." Huo Yangping glanced at him and it was hard to tell whether he was angry or happy from his expressionless face. "I'm too old for that."
"Grandpa, what are you talking about? I'm not just flattering you."
Huo Jinyao pointed to the characters written by Huo Yangping and said, "Look here and here. These strokes are so powerful and sharp. Seriously, Grandpa, your calligraphy is getting stronger day by day."
Huo Yangping stepped back, sat down in the chair, and picked up the teacup. He took a sip.
"Huo Jinyao."
Huo Jinyao stood up straight. Every time Huo Yangping called him by his full name, it meant that he was quite angry.
