After Jing Hua saw them out, he returned.
Seeing Gu Jiajia sitting cross-legged on the sofa muttering about her grandparents, he walked over, sat next to her, and looked at her deeply.
Gu Jiajia glanced at him sideways, showing her arrogance: "What? Are you unhappy hearing me talk badly about your grandparents?"
Jing Hua raised an eyebrow: "Am I that kind of person?"
"You are their grandson."
"You're right, they are indeed a bit old-fashioned, petrified, out of touch, and quite eccentric with sharp eyes."
"I really suspect, were you and your brother adopted by them? You two are nothing like them."
"Compared to them, we are two generations younger; people growing up in different times naturally have different thoughts." How could young people think the same as the older generation?
Different people have different views on the same matter, let alone people half a century apart.
