Whose Kids Do You Think Those Are?

Old Mr. Li turned his head away and harrumphed. He said, "I don't have the last say. That decision is your mother's. My opinion doesn't count for anything!"

When Li Jinnan witnessed his grandfather's reaction, he knew that his grandfather's impression of Ye Youyou was positive and decided to quickly strike while the iron was still hot. "Grandfather, you're the head of the family. If your opinion doesn't count for anything, whose would? Even if my mom objects, it'll probably be more for show than anything else. What's most important is that the authority still lies in your hands. Come, have some tea."

Li Jinnan offered up the freshly brewed tea with both hands and said, "This is a premium black tea. It's your favorite, Grandfather."

The old man turned his head away from the tea with a smile on his face. The aroma of the tea wafted over, and he couldn't hold back any longer. He reached out and took the teacup from Li Jinnan.