Qinghe flipped through the photos, looked at the person in the photos, then raised her head to look at the old man, "Grandpa Weisheng, is this you?" It kind of looked like him, but then again, it didn't quite.
"What's with calling me Grandpa Weisheng, just 'Grandpa' will do, why make it so complicated with all those extra words?" The old man was becoming more and more pleased with Qinghe as he watched her, not really listening to what she was saying until he heard how she addressed him and then he frowned, correcting her.
Is it really that many words? Qinghe truly wanted to count it out on her fingertips to show him, it was only two extra words after all, wasn't that a normal way to call someone? But seeing his increasingly unsettling, intense gaze, Qinghe didn't make a fuss. After all, she had also recognized that disaster of a star, and now, she was thrilled that his only living relative liked her.
Without any pretense, Qinghe crisply called out, "Grandpa, is this you?"
