The lights in the villa's living room were bright. The elderly man stared at his two beautiful, silent granddaughters with a stern gaze.
But while both were silent, the older granddaughter, Jiang Jingshi, looked like she was enjoying the show. The younger one, however, was just like her grandfather, her face taut as she stared at the coffee table, lost in thought.
Like grandfather, like granddaughter.
The assistant, Fang Meng, brought a tray of tea over and placed it before them. "Grandfather, have some tea."
Her grandfather grunted in acknowledgment, said, "Thank you," and picked up his cup, blowing on the steaming hot tea.
He even made some polite small talk. "It's been a while, Meng. How has high school been, attending with Qianqian? Are you having any trouble with your studies or daily life?"
'As if that would ever be a problem,' Fang Meng thought. "No, Grandfather. Everything is great."
