"Haha,"
grandpa Porter chuckled with a knowing nod.
"Grandpa Luther must be worried this old man would dampen you youngsters' spirits," he said, casting a glance at Sandra.
"I'll head upstairs first then.
Let Sandra keep you company—you young folks surely have more in common."
Calvin and Taylor responded with polite nods. Uncle Carlos supported grandpa Porter as they made their way upstairs.
Naturally, this scene didn't escape the notice of the gathered guests.
In terms of age, status, and seniority, grandpa Porter was second only to Grandpa Luther at this gathering.
Moreover, the Luther and Porter families had always maintained close ties.
It was only reasonable for grandpa Porter to be personally escorted to the second floor.
No one dared voice any objection.
"Miss Sandra," Taylor raised his glass slightly, his face still wearing that polite yet distant smile.
"Excuse me for a moment."
