When Shen Zhengyao was still spacing out, the sounds of Yun Muzhong and Yang Siru brawling rang through the house.
Shen Zhengyao watched the two of them and felt incredulous. All along, they had always gotten along harmoniously. That was especially so for the youngest uncle from his great aunt's family. He had always been well-natured, and no matter how huge of a ruckus his aunt created, his youngest uncle—Yun Muzhong—was always tolerant of her.
However, hearing Yun Muzhong call her out as a shrew during the spat evidently pointed at a huge issue. To only now be irked by Yang Siru in his forties; that was uncalled for. Something must have happened.
"Zhengyao, don't worry. I'll settle this. Is your grandfather doing well?"
"Great Aunt, rest assured. My father has been taking great care of Grandfather."
