Although Li Ye had played a round of "The Game of the Brave" with Guan Liang and won a sweeping victory, his mood had remained rather ordinary.
But the moment he came home and stepped through the door, he heard the clamor of several younger sisters, along with the babbling of his son and daughter.
His spirits immediately lifted.
Li Ying had returned from Hong Kong Island, while Li Juan and his biological younger sister Fu Yiruo were home on break. The three girls, together with the two toddlers just learning to talk, chirped and squawked like a flock of little sparrows.
Li Ye walked over with a smile. "Oh? Everyone's here today? Why aren't you keeping Grandma company at mahjong?"
Ever since those little devils had taught Wu Juying to play mahjong during the New Year, they would play a few rounds with her whenever they had spare time. The stakes were not high—only a few cents' worth of wins and losses in one evening—but it kept them alert and relieved their boredom.
But when Li Ye brought up mahjong today, the three younger girls all fell silent.
Li Ye froze for a moment, then asked quietly, "What's wrong? Did you win too much?"
Everyone shook their heads together. Finally, Fu Yiruo jerked her chin toward Grandma's room. "Grandma went out to queue up and buy things today. Someone picked her pocket. She was so angry that she came back and lay down."
"Holy crap~"
Li Ye immediately understood what had happened.
Was this about a wallet? No, this was about dignity.
What kind of person was Grandma? A female guerrilla fighter who had personally taken down traitors! A heroine whose hands had been stained with the blood of enemies had actually capsized in the gutter at the hands