Han Sheng Ming took the shoes and tried to put them on Han Luo's feet. The maid noticed his slight struggle, so she decided to help him.
Elder Tang stared at Han Sheng Ming. "Aren't you Changhong's child?"
"I am, Grandfather Tang," Han Sheng Ming politely replied, disguising the trembles of his heart. "It's been a while. I hope you're doing well."
Elder Tang chuckled. "At least one of his children know some manners. Why can't your sisters be like you?"
Han Sheng Ming innocently retorted, "Grandfather Tang, you're wrong. My father raised me – that's why I'm good! But my sisters were raised by my mother, so that's why they are like… that."
Tang Yujin covered his mouth, trying to hold in his laughter. The others in the room did the same. If Elder Tang wasn't present, they would've burst into a fit of laughter.
