"Hello, Commander Ye, it's me."
It's Shen Jiayin.
Ye Changwen was taken aback: "Hello."
"I heard that Grandpa is ill?"
"He—"
Old Ye was listening with pricked ears, recognizing Shen Jiayin's voice actively calling to check in, his little eyes crinkled with joy, and he waved his hands at his grandson to signal.
Ye Changwen picked up on the elder's hint and said: "Why don't you come over here to see him?"
The girl didn't mind, but her husband wasn't pleased.
"I, my husband went to buy dinner."
Old Ye furrowed his brows, contemplating how to meet with the girl and Grandma Shen again, asking: "Isn't Laba coming soon?"
"Yes, Grandpa," Zhuang Ruyu said.
"Let them come here for Laba. During the New Year, there are too many people here; if they want to come, they'll have to line up. It's better to have them come for Laba."
Ye Changwen was startled: "Grandpa, our family is also gathering for Laba, right?"
