Song Sishen, upon hearing this, turned her gaze to Jiang Muwan and saw that she had no intention of relenting. She then looked towards Madam He with an apologetic expression, "My sister has been flying for a long time and is tired. Auntie, if it's not urgent, can we wait a bit?"
Jiang Muwan's demeanor exuded a sense of refusal.
Madam He looked at her and smiled lightly, "That's fine."
Her agreement, however, did not come with any intention of giving in, as she still stood stubbornly at the doorway.
After a long silence from both parties, Song Sishen seemed to have noticed something.
She was no longer in a hurry to go in, instead, taking Jiang Muwan aside and stretching her hand to take a disposable cup from the nearby water dispenser, she poured her a cup of hot water to warm her hands.
"Let's go home!" she said.
"Grandpa hasn't spoken yet," Song Sishen responded.
It wasn't about fear, but respect.
Words from their elders ought to be heeded.
