Unable to withstand his daughter-in-law's persistent questioning, Lu's father finally surrendered to her inquisition, fondly teasing his drowsy grandson, "Alright, alright, I'll tell you."
Feng Qingxue immediately drew Lu Jiang, who had just stepped in the door, to sit upright and listen attentively with her.
"Actually, there aren't many people left."
Before he could finish his sentence, Feng Qingxue interjected, "Father, you're teasing me again. I don't believe you!"
