Fu Shinian glanced at Qiao Yu but still didn't know where to start. The old lady, however, seemed obviously impatient and slapped the back of his hand:
"Don't look at Qiao Yu. I'm asking you a question."
Qiao Yu was schadenfreude and smiled slightly with the words, "Yeah, why are you looking at me? It's the old lady asking you."
Fu Shinian sighed helplessly and rose from the dining table:
"Grandma, let's talk in the living room."
Perhaps the old lady also felt that the dining table was not a good place to talk; she nodded, allowing Fu Shinian to help her up and walk towards the living room. After helping the old lady sit down, he also took a seat beside her on the long sofa. He pursed his lips and, before the old lady could become impatient and inquire again, he spoke:
"Grandma, do you know what year it is?"
The old lady frowned slightly at the question:
