Prince Huang saw that his sister was alright, so he quickly pulled his grandfather outside,
"Grandpa, you've planted several new plants. Tell me about them. There's one that looks like a tree stump. I've never seen it before..."
Su Chengji, still vigorous despite his age, picked up Prince Huang.
Maybe it really is something inherited through blood, but Prince Huang is genuinely interested in these flowers and plants Su Chengji tends to.
For Su Chengji, nothing could be more joyful than becoming close friends with his grandson.
Time flew by, and it was almost noon. Su Xiaomeng nestled in Su Chengji's lounge chair, her hands resting on her belly as she gently rocked the chair, enjoying the peace of the moment.
The injured Shuangshuang hadn't stopped her usual restlessness; by the time Su Xiaomeng returned to her senses, Shuangshuang had already snuck away with Su Xiaomeng's phone and was huddled in the wicker chair having a video call with Yin Shixiu…
