Living Room
Faced with Grandma and Mother's suspicious, confused, and scrutinizing gazes, Hannah felt her scalp tighten, "Grandma, I really didn't bully him."
But then…
Isaac Shea walked in with two suitcases.
He was not particularly short, just slender, and with a face that looked younger than his actual age. Carrying the two massive suitcases made it seem as if his arms were about to break.
Old Lady Hugh snorted lightly, "This is what you call 'not bullying him'?"
"I…"
Hannah was at a total loss for words.
Isaac Shea, on the other hand, greeted her politely, "Hello, Grandma Hugh."
He then looked at Yumi, "Hello, Auntie."
"I'm Isaac Shea, nice to meet you for the first time. I haven't prepared any gifts for you, which is quite rude of me."
"Don't blame Hannah, she didn't bully me, everything was my voluntary choice."
Isaac set the suitcases aside and glanced at the empty coffee table, "Just a moment, I'll brew some tea for you."