Grandfather Rong laughed out loud. He stroked his beard and waved at his great-grandson, who was sitting far away, “Little Shuai, come here, great-grandfather will play with your beard.”
Little Shuai Rong turned his head proudly and said in a crisp voice, “I don’t want it!”
“Weren’t you playing well just now? Why Don’t you want it now? Come here, great-grandfather will play with your beard for you, good boy!”
Little Handsome Rong glanced at Grandfather Rong, who was laughing so hard that his beard was shaking. He rushed over like a little rocket and grabbed grandfather Rong’s beard with his chubby little hands before pulling it to both sides.
It hurt so much that grandfather Rong’s face scrunched up. “Aiyo!”
Little Handsome Rong withdrew his hand in satisfaction and ran away with a chuckle.
Luo Anning entered and saw her son pulling at his beard. “Little handsome, are you messing with grandfather again?”
