Nan Hua saw her grandfather being speechless and wanted to smile. But seeing the glare on her grandfather's face, she restrained the smile and still looked as usual.
"What, you old man! Don't glare at my granddaughter!"
"She's my granddaughter!"
Alright, these two people were not done yet. They were still quarreling against each other as if they were enemies.
Before long, Song Chuan came and these two people stopped temporarily. Even if they wanted to scold each other, it would be better when there were no one else around. Otherwise, the view was a bit unsightly.
"Old Madam Long, Great General Nan, Young Madam Long," Song Chuan cupped his fist and greeted politely.
"You don't have to call me as great general anymore," Old Master Nan replied speechlessly. How long has it been since the last time he fought on the battlefield? Old Master Nan really felt that he shouldn't be called with this title anymore because he had long retired.
