"Ye'er, it's you here? And this is... Ye?" Seeing the two people who suddenly appeared, Song Fangzheng was taken aback.
Luo Ye smiled and said: "Yes, Uncle Song, you guys are really diligent."
"Little Ye'er has grown up, hehe..." Song Fangzheng laughed and patted Luo Ye on the shoulder: "Bring Ye over to Uncle's house to play tomorrow, Uncle will make you the best Coca-Cola chicken wings."
"Uncle Song, your signature dish isn't that tempting, hehe. You should cook it for Brother Song Meng instead; I have things to do, gotta run, Uncle Song goodbye! Grandpa Song goodbye! Brother Song Meng goodbye!"
"Little Yezi, when will you let your Grandpa hold his little grandchild?"
Luo Ye stumbled and quickened her pace with Ye Xuan: "Brother Ye, Grandpa Song is in the early stages of senile dementia, don't take it to heart."
"I won't take it to heart, but, Ye'er, are we going in the wrong direction?" Ye Xuan's voice was thick with laughter.
