Sixty-year-old Ning Ran sat under the wisteria in her small courtyard, her white hair as graceful as a crane. She lay leisurely on a reclining chair, drowsiness washing over her.,"You lazy good-for-nothing, why aren't you awake yet If the people we're meeting see you like this, they might just turn around and leave!",The person standing before her was actually her grandmother—Ren Huiqing!。