Old Madam Zhuang, whose name was Dou Jiang, was a well-known musical prodigy in her younger days, with works renowned both domestically and internationally. Even now, they continue to have a significant influence. She excitedly stood up from her chair, wanting to take Zhuang Xiyue's hand. Zhuang Xiyue immediately went over and held her hand, saying, "Mom, I've come back to see you. This is Ah Song, and this is Gege."
Old Madam Zhuang smiled and nodded. Her eyesight was not very good, and she had to squint to see clearly. "This is Ah Song, isn't it? You've grown so tall...."
Yan Song's facial lines softened as he smiled and said, "Grandma."
Yan Ke grumbled with dissatisfaction, "Grandma is biased; she only remembers big brother, not me."
Zhuang Jingmo pursed his lips and smiled, "Cousin, don't be anxious; it's not your turn yet, is it?"
"This must be Gege, then. You're a big kid too. Grandma couldn't forget you even if she tried...."
