The old man's face has already darkened, but Lu Qingtian, who's oblivious, brings his cell phone up to his grandfather, "Grandpa, look at this. She's pretty and her hair is long, about the same length as my sister-in-law!"
The old man squints at the photo of the girl, furrows his brow slightly. It's not Nanxi—he doesn't recognize her from the previous photo—it's a different person.
Lu Qingtian is still marvelling, then pulls up his gallery on his phone. There are countless photos of various girls. It's as if he's discovered a treasure trove. He pulls his grandfather close, "Grandpa, my nephew is really up to no good. There's so many photos of girls on his phone..."
The old man continues to squint, glancing over the photos Lu Qingtian is flipping through—each one a vibrant, lovely girl that seems to be a good match for his great-grandson...
"Ah, isn't this a photo of my sister-in-law? How does my nephew have a photo of her on his phone..."
