Zongxia secretly said it was over. He complained about Shen yuecang's indifference, his heart pounding, and Shen yuecang getting up from the bed one after another. He straightened his messy hair and didn't dare to look at the old man's expression.

the old man walked in stiffly and sat down in the chair.

"Grandpa, why are you here?" Zongxia arranges funny and respectful greetings.

"this is my home. Where can't I come?" In a word, it put Zongxia's smile back.

the old man stared at the two men angrily. After a while, he took out a wooden box from his arms. The box body was worn old, but it was...