Shen Yanhe was caught between laughter and tears.
She approached and softly took hold of Ye Min's arm, explaining gently, "Grandma, we haven't divorced. He really is Fu Yanhe, it's just that the scars on his face have been removed."
"This face, this is how he originally looked."
Ye Min understood, "Oh, I see."
She looked Fu Yanhe up and down and couldn't stop marveling, "He's so handsome, this boy is too handsome, even more so than your deceased grandpa."
Fu Yanhe couldn't help but laugh, "Grandma, you flatter me."
"Yanyan, you chat with grandma, I'll go pay the bills," Fu Yanhe said tenderly to Shen Yanhe, considerately.
Shen Yanhe nodded, "Okay."
She pulled Ye Min to a chair in the hallway and sat down, inquiring about Shen Huai's recent condition.
Yanhe spoke while holding her hand, rambling on, "The medicine you brought last time, after Shen Huai got the injection he seemed much more spirited."
