Hearing Liuye's reason for having a meal, Su Xiaofeng admitted defeat.
He helped her father with the stitches and even offered to treat them to a meal afterwards, Liuye truly was a warm-hearted person.
"Liuye, I'll come too. I'll help you with the fire," Wu Ershun said immediately upon hearing there was food to eat.
"Your skill at starting a fire does indeed need some learning," Liuye said with a look of disdain when it came to Wu Ershun's fire-making ability.
When they returned home, Liuye looked at his grandson with disdain, "Acheng, you're so concerned about Su Xiaofeng, don't tell me the child in her belly is yours."
Ye Cheng gave him a glance, "Old man, you're not getting senile thinking about great-grandchildren, are you?"
If it were his, he would have some memory of it.
