Nian Shutong stood on the riverbank dam, the distant wind blowing over and scattering a strand of hair.
"Sister, want to add a Light Computer?"
Nian Shutong looked at a teenager riding a bicycle, very trendy. She suddenly laughed and said, "If you call me grandma, that might be more appropriate."
The teenager's mouth slightly opened, disbelief in his eyes.
"I think calling you sister is already too much."
"Thank you for the compliment, but my husband is back."
Nian Shutong pointed to one side, where Fu Yunhe, his face hidden by a beard, was staring at the teenager. Seeing the bike-riding teen, he more or less figured out what was happening. Whenever they went out together like this, Nian Shutong would easily attract people trying to chat her up whenever she was alone.
The boy glanced at the scruffy-looking Fu Yunhe, turned his head, and with a bit of jest in his expression of sympathy for her, said, "Sister, if you're kidnapped, just blink."
