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Ouyang Zhirou lowered her head in silence, fiddling with her hands after hearing my words. This action was enough to prove that I had spoken the truth.
Ouyang Xiong looked deflated, as if a balloon had burst, and slumped onto the sofa. "My daughter! What are you thinking? How could you get involved with this kid?"
Old Zhao took the opportunity to pull me into the backyard. "Come on, tell me how to handle this! How can a girl be the one to make the first move? You should know!"
"Don't ask me; I don't know anything!" I replied animatedly, completely disregarding how Ouyang Xiong and Ouyang Zhirou felt about my antics.
My ridiculous behavior made Old Zhao and me exchange glances, and we both burst into laughter. The sound was particularly grating to Ouyang Xiong's ears. If he had any special abilities at that moment, he would have surely wished for instant teleportation to take himself and his daughter far away from here.
"Oh, Ouyang Xiong! Long time no see!" I exclaimed as he entered.
At that moment, the grandparents were nowhere to be found, having taken a stroll and only returning around dinner time. Upon seeing the open door, they walked in and immediately noticed Ouyang Xiong slumped on the sofa.
Hearing this, Ouyang Xiong quickly stood up. "Old man! It's been a while!"
The grandfather then caught sight of Ouyang Zhirou nestled on the sofa. "Is that your daughter? I can't believe she's grown so much!"
Ouyang Xiong immediately urged Ouyang Zhirou, "Zhi Rou, greet him!"
In her mind, it seemed she had never seen this elderly man before, and for a moment she didn’t know what to call him.
Ouyang Xiong gestured with his lips to prompt his daughter, and she finally spoke up. "Hello, Grandpa."
"Ah, good, good! It's been so long; you've grown into such a young lady! Oh my, you're getting prettier by the day! The last time I saw you, you were just a little thing."
The grandfather stared at Ouyang Zhirou without blinking, while the grandmother started chatting with Ouyang Xiong about family matters as if it were obligatory in front of their elders.
"It's dinner time; you two haven't eaten yet, right? Stay for a meal!"
Recalling everything that had just happened, Ouyang Xiong felt too embarrassed to stay for dinner.
"No thanks, old man. We'll just eat at home; it's no trouble."
"Now that's being too polite! We haven't seen each other in so long; we should catch up properly over a meal and have a drink together! Oh right, where's that little rascal? He hasn't met your daughter yet, has he?"
Why bring that up now? Hearing this made Ouyang Zhirou's face flush red again after it had just returned to normal.
Although Ouyang Xiong wanted nothing more than to leave with his daughter at that moment, he felt he couldn't refuse since everyone was speaking so warmly. After all, he used to visit Zhao Changsheng’s house often for drinks when their relationship was still good. In the end, he reluctantly agreed to stay.
In the backyard, I was laughing heartily when Old Zhao suddenly perked up, as if he had received a divine revelation. He dashed over to me in a flash, and before I could even blink, he was gone.
I saw Old Zhao peeking his head into the room and saying, "Dad, I'm here to drink with you."
To my surprise, Old Zhao showed no respect for Zhao Changsheng at all, especially not in front of outsiders. How could he not be embarrassed to drink like that? Had he forgotten about the time he ended up in the hospital from drinking too much?
Excitedly, Zhao Changsheng rushed over but ended up with a face full of dust.
By the way, where did that little rascal run off to? He should be learning from Ouyang Family's daughter instead of goofing around all day. It’s hard to tell who he takes after.
It's worth noting that this was Zhao Changsheng's father; if it were anyone else, they would definitely have given him a piece of their mind. Not only would they scold his son, but they would also find ways to insult themselves in the process.
Well then, don’t blame me for not protecting you as your father; after all, that’s my dad—your grandfather!
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