"Eighth Grandfather." Han Baozhu nodded. "Let's go back and pack up first. Let's have a meal together in a few days. When the time comes, everyone will come."
"Okay, go. You're lucky." Han Kuan patted Han Baozhu's shoulder and glanced at Le Yao. "Lan, your parents didn't dote on you for nothing."
Le Yao smiled and nodded. "I'll be filial to them."
When she was young, when she first came to the village, the villagers often laughed at Han Baozhu and Liu Sujuan for being fools. They couldn't even raise their own children well, so why would they pick up a child? Among them, the Han family's grandfather objected the most. Because of the additional child, wouldn't his grandson have to eat and drink less? He even threatened to sever his father-son relationship with Han Baozhu if he kept this girl.
