"Can't you make a call there?" Nie Guangyi pointed in the direction of his grandfather's house.
"It's a bit crowded inside now, if I make a call in there, I'll probably have to hang up in less than half a minute."
"It must have been tough for my social-anxiety brother to make small talk for me."
"Brother Guangyi's family, how could that be considered mere socializing?" Xuan Shi smiled faintly, urging Nie Guangyi not to mind.
"Do you think they are my family?" Nie Guangyi's heart had always been conflicted.
As a child, he loved Qiu Grandfather's house very much, but after his mother left, he despised his former self to the same extent.
"Of course. They talked about you all evening, I don't know how envious I was."
"What did they say?"
"Mainly that they hope you would inherit Old Master Qiu's mantle and become the intangible cultural heritage inheritor of Muguang Bridge's traditional construction skills."
