Chen Che's face stiffened as he looked sadly at the old man who had walked over.
"Grandpa, how could you say that about your own grandson, huh?"
It was old Mr. Chen who walked over. Under Qin Yi's meticulous care, old Mr. Chen had recovered particularly quickly.
There were no girls at home, and as Qin Yi and old Mr. Chen got along, their relationship was great. Even Chen Che and Yun Huan were ranked behind her.
At this moment, old Mr. Chen was wearing the Tang costume that Qin Yi had found for him. He looked alert and energetic but was glaring at Chen Che with rage.
"What's so good about you? You're not cute at all. Yiyi was right, you're still a single dog after so many years. I'm getting anxious for you."
Old Mr. Chen looked disdainfully at his grandson, but when his gaze turned to Qin Yi, it became much gentler and loving.
"Yiyi ah, are you hungry? We have butterfly fruits today. Grandpa will make juice for you to drink later."
