Yin Hehe couldn't easily refuse the hospitality and finished the breakfast.
As she put down her chopsticks and was about to help clean up, the old master called out to her again.
"Xiaohan, come, I'll take you to see some calligraphy and paintings."
"Ah?"
"What calligraphy and paintings? The grandson is back, and you don't take him out to play. What's the point of having him return?"
Before Yin Hehe could decline, the old lady had already started speaking frankly.
Only then did the old master give up the idea.
"Fine, I'll first take Xixi out for a walk. Xiaohan, I'll take you to see the calligraphy and paintings later."
"Okay," Yin Hehe quickly agreed.
When the grandfather and grandson left, Yin Hehe still took the initiative to start cleaning up the chaotic table.
"You really are something. You've barely been back long, and the child's mother dies at your hands."
"What?"
Yin Hehe immediately stopped and looked at the old lady in surprise.
