"Qinglan, Hengyi, you're finally back." Just as they reached the door, they encountered Aunt Zhao, who was out throwing out the trash. "Old Sir Shen has asked several times whether you've arrived or not, and didn't want to call you, is now muttering to himself in the living room."
Fu Hengyi laughed and, holding Shen Qinglan's hand, quickened his pace.
Old Sir Fu sat on the living room couch, muttering to himself, "This little brat, coming back but not coming to see his grandpa first, just whisking his wife off to her parents' home, really married a wife and forgot his grandpa, back in the day it might have been better just to have raised a granddaughter..."
His self-talking was interrupted as he caught sight of the couple entering, and he suddenly became silent, eyes fixed on the television screen, putting on a façade of "I'm watching TV seriously, don't disturb me."