Song Yuli: "..."
"Okay, I understand. I'll tell Ayu. Goodbye, Grandpa."
After hanging up the phone, Song Yuli looked conflicted.
Nangong Yu asked, puzzled, "What's wrong? Did Grandpa call because he needs something?"
Song Yuli: "Grandpa said that Grandpa An is with him now and specifically asked to see me."
Nangong Yu glanced at Song Yuli: "Then go ahead, what are you hesitating about?"
"What will happen to Yuhao if we go back?"
Song Yuhao was somewhat bewildered when he heard his own name.
Nangong Yu glanced at him through the rearview mirror, then said directly, "Let's go back together."
Upon hearing this, Song Yuli was taken aback: "Won't this be a bad idea?"
Nangong Yu raised an eyebrow: "He's your brother, so he's family too. What's wrong with that?"
Song Yuli: "Alright then."
...
The old house of the Nan family.
Looking at the slightly antique-style house in front of him, Song Yuhao pursed his lips and asked Song Yuli, "Can I wait for you in the car?"
Song Yuli looked at him with a puzzled expression: "Since you're here, you should naturally go in together. What's wrong?"
Song Yuhao looked at the house again, then at Song Yuli, and hesitated before saying, "It's alright, let's go."
Perhaps it was because it triggered a deep-seated inferiority complex that Song Yuhao felt a subconscious sense of resistance when he saw such a house.
Nangong Yu seemed to have sensed something, so he took two steps forward and patted Song Yuhao on the shoulder reassuringly: "Don't be nervous, relax."
Song Yuhao looked at him and nodded vigorously.
Even if he's nervous, he definitely won't let his sister down.
...
In the living room.
"Master, the Third Young Master and the Third Young Mistress have arrived."
As soon as He Chun finished speaking, Nangong Yu led Song Yuli in, with Song Yuhao beside him.
Looking at the middle-aged man sitting next to An Shiquan, Nangong Yu raised an eyebrow in surprise.
"Grandpa, Grandpa An, Uncle An."
When Song Yuli first met An Mujia, he was also a little curious, but he still obediently followed Nangong Yu's lead and greeted her.
Nan Yizhong nodded, looked at Song Yuhao who hadn't spoken, and said with a smile, "This should be Ali's younger brother from her maternal family."
Song Yuli nodded, then said to Song Yuhao, "This is Grandpa, greet him."
Upon hearing this, Song Yuhao obediently replied, "Grandpa."
Nan Yizhong nodded in satisfaction: "Hmm, not a bad kid."
After saying that, he looked at Song Yuli and continued, "Today, they suddenly came over and said they insisted on thanking you in person. I was pestered by them so much that I had no choice but to call you. I hope I didn't bother you."
Song Yuli shook his head: "No."
At this moment, An Shiquan stood up, leaning on his cane, and looked at Song Yuli with a smile: "Girl, I have to thank you, otherwise, I would have lost my old life."
Hearing her say that, Song Yuli felt inexplicably uncomfortable: "No, Grandpa An, you will definitely live to be a hundred years old."
An Shiquan was taken aback, then his eyes became slightly moist: "Yes, I will definitely live to be a hundred years old."
An Mujia, who had been silent all along, looked thoughtfully at Song Yuli's face.
It feels so familiar.
...
As they were leaving the Nan family home, An Mujia suddenly asked, "Dad, where did you find me back then?"
An Shiquan was taken aback, then frowned slightly, clearly not wanting to bring up the topic.
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