Nan Jiaojiao's brows twitched; she couldn't help finding it both ridiculous and exasperating.
"All right then, Miss Song, you just stay seated. You're a guest, do whatever's comfortable for you."
Song Yuan's lips pressed into a thin line, unable to hide the stiffness in her expression.
When she saw Bo Yanching coming in behind them, she turned her wheelchair and lifted a smile. "Third Brother, you're back."
Bo Yanching didn't spare her a glance; he only swept his eyes that way when he heard her voice. "Grandma."
Old Lady Bo was focused entirely on what he was holding. She waved her hand without even telling him to sit. "Take it into the dining room, grab a few bowls and spoons, then go upstairs and wake the two youngsters. Have them come down and eat together."
Bo Yanching chuckled. "They're still not up?"
