"I bet when we get home, Grandpa won't recognize you, and he'll think I've brought home some stunning beauty. He'll definitely pick up his cane and chase after me to give me a beating!" Though Tong Junbao said it was a guess, he expressed it with certainty.
"No way, Fifth Brother, you're all grown up, and Grandpa still chases you around to hit you?" Xiao Yao imagined Old Tong, an octogenarian, chasing after the twenty-something Tong Junbao. The image was so comically delightful that she couldn't help but burst into laughter.
"The old man is so vigorous for his age, it's really because he spends his days chasing after us brothers and our uncle that he's stayed so fit!" Tong Junbao, when speaking of Grandpa, the family's cherished treasure, did so with utter delight.
"I get that he chases you guys, but he chases Uncle too?" Xiao Yao was genuinely curious, knowing that Old Tong's youngest son was a special forces officer, yet he was chased by Old Tong too.
