Yan Dingbang was made very uncomfortable by Yan Yan's unusual behavior.
This wasn't at home—how could Yan Yan be so willful and speak her mind so freely?
Yan Dingbang told Yan Yan to go to sleep, and she actually closed her eyes.
For Yan Yan, she had already completed her "historical mission" in the car for today.
"What does your son do in New York?" Aunt asked Qi Zhanzhou.
"He works in finance on Wall Street. The kids these days all like this kind of thing," Qi Zhanzhou answered Aunt.
"It's good to work in finance. Our little Yan likes finance guys," Aunt pointedly said.
"Aunt—what if his grandson is already big? Isn't it a bit rude to be prying like this?" Yan Yan, who had just been ordered to sleep, suddenly opened her eyes again.
Sleep was not something that came the moment you closed your eyes.
"I'm just asking; it's not like I'm prying. You go back to sleep," Aunt also told Yan Yan to sleep.
