Shen Jianjun early in the morning asked Shen Siyuan to go bring Grandma over.
"Your Grandpa will definitely come here first, we'll start cooking here at noon," Shen Jianjun said.
Shen Siyuan also thought it made sense, so he left the house, naturally accompanied by Ruan Hongzhuang.
"Did they say what time?" Ruan Hongzhuang asked.
"They said before nine o'clock."
"Does your dad often stay in touch with your grandpa?" Ruan Hongzhuang was a bit curious.
"Not often, they rarely call, but my dad likes to write letters, about one or two a year."
"It's just habits preserved from the past," Ruan Hongzhuang said.
"I guess so, I don't understand, what's there to keep in touch about," Shen Siyuan muttered.
Turning his head, he saw Ruan Hongzhuang smiling as she looked at him.
"What is it, did I say something wrong?" Shen Siyuan asked, puzzled.
"No, I just feel that you're more human at this moment," Ruan Hongzhuang said.
