Upon hearing this, Yiyi couldn't help but fall silent. She naturally knew why Mr. Ding was busy, and when she realized that he didn't even have time to eat dinner, she felt a bit guilty, "Mom, when Grandpa comes back, let's accompany him for a bite together."
Ding Yuejun naturally nodded her head.
By the time Mr. Ding returned, it was already midnight.
"Grandpa, Mom made some noodles. Let's have a bit together."
Hearing this, Mr. Ding looked up and found that his daughter and Yiyi hadn't gone to sleep yet. Both were holding bowls of noodles, waiting for him to eat together, "Why are you two up so late? Don't do this again next time."
Looking at Mr. Ding's graying hair and tired face, Yiyi felt a pang in her heart. It seemed that the elder had been so busy because of her, treating her, his granddaughter, even more dearly than his own grandchildren.
