Hearing his wife's nagging, Lin Moxuan immediately protested: "I'm putting on airs?"
"When did I ever put on airs?"
"I never said he couldn't come over; it's him who doesn't want to!"
Chen Qingzhu didn't respond, but the force of her chopping increased noticeably, and the knife made a "bang bang bang" sound on the cutting board.
Lin Moxuan fell silent and quietly went to the study to practice calligraphy.
Not sure how much time had passed.
Laughter and chatter came from the living room.
Clearly, the grandchildren had arrived.
Lin Moxuan quickly put down the brush in his hand and walked out of the study.
"Grandpa!"
Shen Yanran, who had just been clinging to Grandma for a while, saw her grandfather Lin Moxuan and quickly greeted him with a cheerful smile.
"Grandpa, why do you look so haggard?"
"Are you working too hard?"
Shen Yanran, who approached Lin Moxuan, noticed that her grandfather didn't look well and immediately expressed her concern.
"It's nothing."
