The old man loved watching them play together every day, and he learned to play with the children himself.

This was a stark contrast to his usual serious expression.

The old man's recent life here has been the happiest time of his life in recent years.

He feels relaxed and at ease with the children; he had been living a very stressful life for the past few years.

They look much cuter lately, and the triplets aren't afraid of their grandfather at all.

There are too many faces like that in the house; they're very bold and have become immune.

Every day, the old man enjoys doing different things with the mischievous Xiaoqi.

It was also because the child kept calling him "great-grandfather" all day long, though not very clearly. But Tang Jian'an could still catch it.

He excitedly showed off to his younger sister, and the children called out to him.

Looking at the old man who had changed so much, Song Yining felt very gratified.

Watching Mo Yucheng and the other person chatting, I noticed that my great-uncle has been smiling more and more lately, which is quite different from before.

"That's not thanks to your three treasures. They dragged their great-uncle around every day telling him stories of war, and the old man told them with great relish."

Children and adults alike are captivated by what everyone is doing, even if they're not doing anything.

The old man felt a great sense of accomplishment and immediately forgot his worries.

"That's true. Little Seven has been making a fuss lately, and he's the one who listens most attentively."

"I wonder what this kid will be like in the future."

"Let nature take its course. It's too early to think about it now. As long as they're happy, let them do what they want, as long as they don't do anything illegal."

Song Yining nodded in agreement.