Sister Lan said without turning her head, "Haven't you noticed that Taylor has been coming home more often lately?"
"Huh, now that you mention it... that's true, but why?" Chestor Ware said, clueless.
Turning around, Sister Lan looked at Chestor Ware with his goofy expression and chuckled, "Could it be possible that all of Taylor's unusual behavior is for one person?"
"For one person? Who?"
"Saying that you're thick-headed, you still feel uneasy. Think for yourself, who's coming today."
"Who else could it be, isn't it just Greg Jensen and those few..."
Chestor Ware's expression stalled, and then he suddenly realized, exclaiming, "She really likes Greg?"
"Isn't it obvious? You're the only one who can't see it, being her dad and all."
"Oh no, what should we do?"
Chestor Ware panicked at once, feeling as if the cabbage he had raised for more than twenty years was about to be rooted up by a pig—and not just any pig, but one that rooted several cabbages.
