Su Yuehua smiled and nodded, flattering: "Grandma Rong, you have good eyesight."

"You are such a sweet girl." Mrs. Rong likes Su Yuehua more and more, but it's the opposite when she looks at Shen Chengyi. "You are so lucky."

After that, he took Su Yuehua's hand and sighed, "Yuehua, I heard about your story. Old man Su was a scoundrel when he was young. The old Su family doesn't recognize you, but I, Grandma Rong, recognize you."

"Grandma Rong." After hearing what Grandma Rong said, Su Yuehua felt a lump in her throat and tears welled up in her eyes uncontrollably.

Old Madam Rong patted her hands gently and comforted her, "Don't cry, we are destined to be together. If you don't mind me being an old widow, then you can be my granddaughter."

"Grandma." Su Yuehua's eyes were filled with tears as she reached out and hugged Old Lady Rong. "Grandma, you are not alone. You have me and Cheng Yi, and soon you will have a pair of great-grandchildren."

"Yes, grandma will no longer be alone. I have you, and soon I will have two little great-grandchildren." As Mrs. Rong spoke, tears streaming down her face.

Su Yuehua was afraid that she would get too excited, so she patted her back gently and said, "Grandma, didn't the doctor tell you not to get too excited?"

"I'm not excited." Old Mrs. Rong took the handkerchief handed to her by Su Yuehua and wiped the tears from her face. Just as she was about to speak, she was interrupted by a knock on the door.

“Bang, bang.”

She looked at Shen Chengyi and said impatiently: “Go open the door.”

As soon as Shen Chengyi opened the door, Political Commissar Zhao, who was standing outside, was stunned at first, and then asked with a stern face: "Why are you here?"