Her hands, tucked into the pockets of her hoodie, clenched into nervous fists. After composing herself, she finally took a step forward and entered through the gate.
"I saw this news today on the internet; this person is utterly devoid of humanity."
The sound of the TV and Ji Xiangting's voice came from the living room.
Ji Anning glanced inside, where the elder was leaning on the couch, dressed in dark gray home attire, looking less imposing and more approachable.
Ji Xiangting was sitting next to him, affectionately holding onto the elder's arm.
Seeing no one else, she changed her shoes, took a deep breath, and walked in.
"Grandpa!"
This 'Grandpa,' though smoothly spoken, was awfully complicated. She was positioned as his grandson's wife, yet she was with his son, calling him Grandpa.
Ji Anning lowered her gaze slightly, her eyes shifting guiltily, not daring to meet the elder's sharp eyes.
