Zhuo Jian heard it was grandma and instinctively walked over.
As grandma's voice entered her ears, she sat down and quickly wiped her face again.
Fu Yanye's hand rested on her back while keeping a distance, but the video could clearly show both their faces.
The old lady noticed his pale complexion, and Zhuo Jian's eyes were also a bit red, so she couldn't help but ask, "Baby, did this boy start bullying you as soon as he got home?"
"No, grandma, some sand flew into my eyes when I was opening the door earlier, grandma, happy new year!"
"Happy new year to you too, baby. If you were here, it would be even happier! You didn't come back this year, and this boy couldn't stand being at home either. He just had to see you. But with him by your side, your grandpa and I, as well as your parents, feel much more at ease. You young couple shouldn't quarrel during the new year. Whatever it is, can't it wait a few days, right?"
