Qin Xiang reined in his thoughts as he watched their retreating figures. 'What about me? Are they just leaving me here?'
He decided against it. He had no desire to keep watching this touching scene of a doting grandmother and her filial grandson. He'd wait until his little sister woke from her nap to ask her his burning questions. Qin Xiang stood up, picking up his enamel mug. "Grandpa, Granny, Cousin... well, I'll let you all continue your chat. I'm going to my room for an afternoon nap."
"Go on and get some rest," Grandpa said, smiling at Qin Xiang.
Remembering Qin Xiang's welcome gift, Granny decided the boy wasn't half bad. He had good sense, and she didn't hold a prejudice against him on account of Jie Jingchen and Qin Mei. Letting go of her grandson, she smiled at Qin Xiang and said, "Xiao Xiangzi, don't be so formal. Make yourself at home."
