Song Yulan and Gong Xiao looked at each other.
Gong Xiao saw the attire Song Yulan wore, a dark-teal Cheongsam that perfectly outlined her gentle and slender figure.
She had her hair up in a bun, her delicate face was beautiful and clean, radiating the softness and loveliness of the water towns in the Jiangnan region.
Every time he saw Song Yulan, Gong Xiao always felt as if time stood still.
It could calm the restlessness in one's heart, bringing it back to tranquility and peace.
Just as Gong Xiao was about to say something, Song Yulan furrowed her eyebrows and said, "Mr. Gong, what are you doing here?"
Gong Xiao saw that Song Yulan did not welcome him, and with a slight deepening of his gaze, he said, "I naturally came to see my granddaughter."
Song Yulan did not have a good impression of Gong Xiao, and her tone of speech became increasingly cold, "My granddaughter is not here, and even if she was, she wouldn't recognize you."
