Most of the time it was just the two of them; when Yang Zhiqi came back to eat, he was always in a rush. He would leave right after a few words, saying he was busy with official duties.
Now that Little was here to accompany them, they were truly overjoyed.
When they reached the apartment, Old Yang unlocked the door, and Little carried the stuff inside, "Grandma Yang, what should I help with? Just tell me what to do."
"No need, no need. If you're not used to doing this, instructing you might take longer than doing it myself," Old Madam Yang said, "Listen to Grandma, why don't you go tidy up a bit at home, wash your face. I'll start cooking the rice and then take my time picking the vegetables with your Grandpa. If I need your help, I'll call you."
As she said this, Old Madam Yang gently pushed Little out the door.
Little smiled, seeing that they both seemed fine, and didn't insist further.
She took out the key and opened the door to Meng Xinian's room.
