"We were just eager to see you," the Emperor of Xiyun said with a smile, letting go of An Yiyun's hand and walking over to little Su Yi Jing who was sitting to the side, looking at him.
Then, with a kindly face, the Emperor of Xiyun asked, "Jing'er, haven't you called Grandpa yet? Don't you remember Grandpa? I held you when you were little, and you even slept with Grandpa. Do you remember that?"
Su Yi Jing just looked blankly at the Emperor of Xiyun.
The Emperor of Xiyun didn't get angry. Instead, he patiently continued, "Jing'er, I always thought you looked like your dad, and now you resemble him even more. Not just in appearance, but it seems your personality is becoming more and more like his, too. Your dad always ignored Grandpa - don't tell me you're going to ignore Grandpa as well?"
As he spoke, the Emperor of Xiyun even put on an expression as if he were deeply hurt.
Xiao Changyi silently averted his eyes.
An Jing couldn't help but find it amusing.
