"Grandpa, Dad," Yang Qingyin approached, greeted her grandfather Yang Yuanshan and her father Yang Yunlin, who were sitting on the sofa, then asked with a blank expression, "What was so urgent that you had to call me back? What is it that you want to discuss?"
At that moment, Yang Qingyin's mother Chen Qiaoyu heard her voice and came out from her room. Seeing the exhaustion all over Yang Qingyin's face, she couldn't help but feel a bit of heartache: "Yin'er, you're back? Have you had dinner yet?"
"Not yet," Yang Qingyin answered honestly, "but I'm not hungry."
"Go have some dinner first, then come and talk with your grandpa and your dad," Yang Yuanshan spoke up.
He dearly loved his granddaughter, who was not only beautiful and incredibly intelligent, but also had a very strong personality.
It could be said that among his grandchildren, Yang Qingyin was the one he loved the most.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have come to Yang Yunlin's place today.
