"Auntie Wen," said Mingyu who had been playing outside as he suddenly walked up to Wen Yurong, gently tugging at the hem of her clothes and looked up at her, "Where did Uncle go in such a hurry?"
"Mingyu, young children shouldn't ask about adults' business."
The old lady was sitting next to Wen Yurong and, hearing Mingyu's words, slightly frowned and sternly educated Mingyu.
The old lady's mood was just like Mingyu's—not very cheerful. The reason was that her grandson, who was supposed to bring his wife home over the weekend, had yet to appear even as it was nearly noon.
When calling to ask, the line was always busy, leaving her clueless about whom her grandson was talking to for such a long time on the phone.
Wen Yurong, unlike the serious old lady, responded to Mingyu with a smile as gentle as Su Xiaoyue's, "Maybe your Uncle had urgent business to attend to. What he's doing and where he's going, he usually won't tell us."
"He must have gone to find my Auntie."
