After dinner, they took the child home.
The grandma and grandpa reluctantly saw them off at the edge of the yard.
In the car.
Sun Dasheng looked at the elderly couple outside the car window and said to Yang Mi, who was holding the child: "Why not bring the elders to your villa?"
Yang Mi rolled her eyes at him: "You think I haven't suggested that? Do you think I'm such an ungrateful child in your eyes?"
"They don't want to?" Sun Dasheng asked.
"Yeah." Yang Mi said somewhat wistfully: "They're old intellectuals, and with me being this bumpkin of a celebrity, we don't have much to talk about. They can't relate, and there are many of their old colleagues here, mostly university professors. They usually play cards, chess, and dance together—it's quite pleasant for them. They don't want to follow me."
"Only when they miss their grandchildren do they remember me, their daughter."
Sun Dasheng was somewhat amused and helpless.
