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"Cough cough cough," Weisheng Yueren coughed inadvertently, and the elder's tone took a turn.
"That is, Grandpa means that this darn kid is bringing a girl home for the first time, and Grandpa is happy, really happy, haha."
Qinghe twitched the corner of her mouth at the old man's exaggerated laughter. She glanced at Weisheng Yueren, wondering if these two were really related by blood. Their personalities seemed too different—one was like an eternal block of ice, while the other seemed like a playful old man.
The dignified and extraordinary presence that the old man had a moment ago had vanished completely. Qinghe sat quietly on the sofa, enduring the old man's piercing gaze, which felt like it was X-ray scanning her, causing goosebumps to rise. In her mind, she cursed Weisheng Yueren thoroughly. The calamity had run off, leaving her there alone, opposite a seemingly abnormal old man.
