Rather than circling back to grandchildren, Fu Wanqing shifted the conversation instead, something warmer settling into her expression.
"I have to say, Guiying, you're nothing like your parents." She studied him over the rim of her teacup. "I've met Xue Deyong and that wife of his. Insufferable, both of them. I don't understand how someone as genuine as you came from that household."
Guiying raised a hand slightly, seeking permission to clarify.
