He Xing sighed, thinking to himself that indeed, experience comes with age.
A hearty laugh resonated, as Elder Master He sipped his soup and teased He Xing with a glance, "When you deliver food to Fu Han, aren't you supposed to eat with her? Do you really think your grandfather is a fool?"
"Grandpa, you're formidable. I'm convinced," He Xing said, his face a bitter smile.
Elder Master He laughed proudly, "Of course. Did you think your grandpa has lived all these years in vain?"
The long-lost laughter filled the dining room, spreading to the living room and eventually filling the entire villa.
They could no longer recall the last time they had laughed like this. It must have been four years ago before Fu Han left, or perhaps even longer.
