After waiting for so many years, Mr. and Mrs. Duan naturally wanted to dote on the precious grandson that finally came into their lives. Just after finishing dinner, Mr. Duan took out a small box from the room and opened it to reveal a variety of toys—all of which he had bought in the mall in recent days.
Mr. Duan was usually very frugal, unwilling even to spend money on a nice piece of clothing for himself, but he was very generous when it came to buying toys for Haohao.
Haohao already had plenty of toys, but he would not refuse the kindness of an elderly person. He gave Mr. Duan a big kiss, which made Mr. Duan's face bloom into a happy chrysanthemum smile. He couldn't have been more delighted.
The three generations played in the living room for a long time, completely forgetting Duan Ling in the corner.
In the evening, after Haohao had fallen asleep, Mr. Duan went into Duan Ling's room. "Son, what's the matter?"
"Has Haohao gone to bed yet?" Mr. Duan asked.
