Leaving Yu Wanqing's place, Gu Beicheng walked straight toward the main house.
Chi He, who had been following him, furrowed his brows and sighed softly.
The Seventh Young Master was now just like a big boy in love.
Xia Yinian didn't expect that while she was having dinner with Grandpa, a tall figure suddenly appeared at the dining room door.
"Grandpa Feng, looking good!" Gu Beicheng's melodious voice came through.
As Xia Yinian looked up, she met a scorching gaze.
She paused for a moment, almost dropping her chopsticks on the table.
Thinking about that night, Xia Yinian's face blushed uncontrollably.
"You rascal, after being here for so long, you finally thought of joining this old guy for a meal?" The Old Master smiled and waved.
"Ah Rui, go prepare two more sets of tableware."
Just as the Old Master finished speaking, Feng Yan also appeared at the dining room door.
"Yes, sir." Feng Rui nodded and turned to leave.
