This is a matter that Xu Minghui could guarantee he had never mentioned to a single soul.
He would probably keep his mouth tightly shut even in his sleep.
Yet if it was his own flesh-and-blood granddaughter... he couldn't be certain.
Affection skipping a generation was a tradition in the Xu family, too.
Xu Yan's grandparents had looked down on him back then, yet they had been extraordinarily good to their grandson.
Still... to expect people to believe something like that based on just a few short remarks was simply too absurd.
You might as well claim this little girl was born when you were ten years old; that would be far more convincing.
"You two go downstairs and play for a bit."
Lin Hui's voice was cool. "I'll send you a message when it's time to come back."
Xu Yan complied with good grace, scooping up his daughter and walking out.
Half an hour later, he returned home.
He had expected to witness the legend of the kneeling washboard, but instead, the two of them were sitting safe and sound on the sofa.
Lin Hui was folding clothes, and her face still looked a little flushed.
Old Xu sat beside her, drinking water with a submissive expression. "Why are you getting so angry..."
Lin Hui glared at him. "Move aside."
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Xu Yan was stunned. "Wait, what were you two just doing?"
Chapter 47