After talking things through with Yang Yunyan and Jiang He, Yang Zhenshan called for Jiang Miao the next day, wanting to hear her thoughts.
Inside the study, Jiang Miao, dressed in a red skirt, burst in energetically, "Grandpa, you wanted to see Miao'er!"
The young girl was dressed in red, lovely as a flower, with eyes and brows resembling those of Yang Yunyan.
Looking at the young girl, Yang Zhenshan affectionately laughed, "You walk as if someone's chasing you!"
"You called for me, Grandpa, so of course I hurried!" Jiang Miao grinned sweetly, coming closer to Yang Zhenshan.
Yang Zhenshan reached out to ruffle the young girl's head, "Miao'er has grown up!"
Jiang Miao giggled, but her eyes landed on the fruit plate on the desk, "Grandpa, is this for Miao'er?"
In the fruit plate were red and purple grapes that looked very tasty; Jiang Miao's favorite was grapes, probably because when she was a child, Yang Zhenshan often popped grapes into her mouth.
