Little Dun'er, Help Your Uncle Take the Fall for This!

"Grandma, why are you here? You didn't call ahead—I could've gone to the station to pick you up."

Seeing Wu Juying arrive alone at the mouth of the alley with a bundle on her back, Li Ye groaned inwardly, though he still smiled warmly and reached out to take her bundle.

But Grandma Wu Juying stopped Li Ye, smiling without quite smiling as she said, "Xiao Ye, why does it look to me like you don't want me here? What, now that you're a deputy section chief, even your grandma can't cross your family's threshold?"

"..."

Li Ye was startled and hurriedly denied it. "Grandma, don't you know what kind of person I am? Am I really that unfilial?"

Grandma Wu Juying had doted on Li Ye since he was little. It could be said that eighty percent of Li Ye's old reputation as the "dim-witted little demon king" was Wu Juying's doing. So even if someone beat Li Ye to death, he would never dare entertain the thought of keeping Wu Juying from coming to his home.

Wu Juying shot Li Ye a sidelong glance and said lightly, "Then why did you hesitate just now? Could it be that your Mother is here?"

Li Ye's eyes widened at once, and his understanding of how the old grew wiser with age deepened by another layer.

Because Li Ye believed that Older Sister Li Yue and Wen Leyu would not have tipped Grandma off, and he himself had not let anything slip. So how had Grandma known?

She must have guessed, right?

Li Ye swallowed and said sheepishly, "Grandma, when the time comes, can you not argue with Mother? There isn't any irreconcilable conflict between you two. If you're upset, I'll just stand in the middle and be your punching bag."