On the weekend, according to the instructions of his parents on the phone, Han Che took Han Hao back to the old house.
Perhaps it was because they were getting older, they always hoped that their children could be with them more often, and from time to time, they would urge Han Che to go back and have a gathering.
"Do you remember what to do when you see grandpa and grandma later?" On the way here, Han Che had already made rules for the little guy.
Han Hao clenched his fingers and thought carefully, "Greet when meet. Don't make trouble with grandparents. Don't lose my temper with them..." "What else?"
"Besides, we can't let grandpa and grandma hold me all the time. They are not in good health and you should be a good child." With his big watery eyes blinking, Han Hao counted the rules carefully and his expression was quite serious.
"Okay. Remember your promise." Han Che nodded with satisfaction, and the car slowly drove into the backyard of the old house.