"Qianqian, Shufan, let's talk after dinner," Luo Guohui looked at his grandchildren, glared at Luo Yanran who was still dealing with his nosebleed, and said softly.
"Qianqian?" Luo Shufan didn't care. As long as his sister said to leave, he would even carry his sister back home on his back. Anyone who made his sister cry like this was not a good person!
"Okay." Luo Qianqian tightly held her brother's hand and huddled behind Luo Shufan.
"Come on, I prepared all our specialties today. Oldest son's wife, Laoer's wife, come help me serve the dishes." The food had already been in the kitchen for half the day. If it weren't for this incident, they probably could have started the meal by now.
Luo Guohui took his seat and pointed to the space on his right: "Shufan, Qianqian, come sit here."
