Old Mrs. Chen retorted, calling him crazy, finding strength even in listening to a baby's cry.
No matter how much Old Mrs. Chen ridiculed, Old Chen loved listening. His second son couldn't have children, his third son had no wife, and his eldest son had been married for over ten years. For the first time, there were cries of a baby at home, and to him, these cries were as pleasant as the sound of a flute.
Upon hearing from the laborers that the Li Family's siblings had arrived, Old Chen was delighted and quickly said, "Where are they? Quickly bring them in."
He chuckled happily.
"Right away." The laborer ran to invite them in.
Li Xing'an parked the carriage, and with Li Yuzhu, followed the laborer into the Chen Family courtyard.
Old Chen waved at them with a smile, "You've come at a perfect time. Listen to my granddaughter's voice, it's even louder than yesterday, isn't it?"
Li Xing'an strained his ears to listen, but didn't notice anything?
