Leng Lin was holding a newspaper as he came down the stairs and, hearing the conversation among the three in the living room, he stopped in his tracks and stood at the corner of the staircase, listening quietly.
He couldn't help but smile as he listened to the bickering between his two sons.
It had been a long while since the house was this lively.
Leng Zirui, munching on an apple, glanced in the direction of the stairs, "Alright, stop eavesdropping. You're almost a grandfather, yet still playing these childish games!"
"Brat, who's eavesdropping!" Leng Lin retorted as his smile vanished, and he descended the stairs, "This is my house; I'll stand wherever I want!"
"Uncle Leng." Luo Xiaoqian noticed him and hurriedly stood up to greet him.
Leng Lin gestured with his hand for her to sit down, his tone much gentler compared to how he addressed Leng Zirui, "We're all family here; no need to be so formal."