Watching the couple leave, Chu Zhiyi called out from behind, "Grandma, don't forget to give Grandpa the gift I brought for him!"
Old Madam Yan, being pulled along by Old Mr. Yan, turned her head to look at Chu Zhiyi and said with a smile, "Don't worry!"
As the old couple walked away, Old Mr. Yan seemed slightly uncomfortable. "She even brought me a gift?"
"Weren't you looking down on her? Why ask such a question?"
Old Mr. Yan was choked up and couldn't speak for a long while.
Old Madam Yan huffed, "It's all your own doing. I took care of your feelings and didn't tell her about you treating Zhizhi as a paparazzo. But you owe her an apology, and you can't treat her like that in the future."
Old Mr. Yan's face flushed with embarrassment. "Ah, I understand now!"
"I heard she likes photography. Doesn't Tingting's father have a Leica camera from the '50s in his collection?"
Old Mr. Yan took the initiative, "Could we give it to her as a gift?"
