***
Mai Xiaomai's heart was pounding, she thought nervously.
What should she call him?
Dad?
Grandpa?
Maternal grandpa?
"So, how should I address you?"
Mai Xiaomai asked cautiously. Actually, she hoped he was her grandpa or maternal grandpa. If it was dad, he seemed a bit too old.
Zhan Liang's current age was about eighty.
"Maternal grandpa—"
Zhan Liang said, and his eyes began to fill with tears, his eyes reddened, and his expression carried uncontrollable excitement.
"Maternal grandpa?"
Mai Xiaomai suddenly found it easy to accept this term and relationship.
"Yes, call me maternal grandpa, good girl!"
Zhan Liang stretched out his slightly trembling hand, wanting to touch her head across the table in excitement.
It was too far, he couldn't reach.
Moreover, Mai Xiaomai reflexively shrank her head back a little.
Zhan Liang withdrew his hand and gestured for Jiang Guanghui to bring out the photo album.
