In the manor's dining room, the whole family sat around a huge table specially made by Ye Ling, big enough to accommodate more than twenty people.
Without a doubt, Elder Mo sat at the head of the table. Even though this was Ye Ling's place, and even with both Ye Tian and Wang Shufen present, there was no question about it.
The old man laughed heartily, holding Ye Ping in his arms. Little Ye Ping had no idea who the old man was and giggled as he tugged at the old man's beard.
Watching them, Ye Ling and the others were terrified, afraid that if they pulled Elder Mo's beard off, it would be terribly embarrassing—at the very least, quite a shock.
But who would have known, Elder Mo enjoyed playing with Ye Ping, laughing heartily, "I always love kids, tsk, this child is really lively. Ye Ling, not bad, not bad, he's got your genes!"
"What do you mean 'he's got'? He is my child, after all."
