"Don't impose my expectations on her."
Back then, he thought his grandson was too easily swayed by emotions. Today, after hearing Lu Xining's words, he realized he had been too absolute in his thinking.
Seeking a result, while neglecting the importance of the process.
"Forget it, you young people have your own ways of living, I'm old and can't see things as clearly as you."
Su Jingguo sighed, saying, "You go ahead and do what you want, the three kids are with me. I can't say for others, but at least no one would dare to touch them here."
"Thank you." Lu Xining's gratitude came from the heart.
His gaze loosened from a suppressive pressure, calmly settling into the elder's gentle demeanor.
An extended silence slowly spread in the still room.
Lu Nuonuo ran in, hands cupping a mini version of a snowman, cheerful voice shouting, "Mom, look, little snowman~"
"It's beautiful; did Nuonuo make it, or did your brother?"
"Brother made it for Nuonuo~"