Qiu Zhi squeezed himself into the limited space of the chair, motionless, unsure where to rest his eyes and could only stare at the continuously steaming spout of the teapot.
"Qiu..." Su Ziceng, after the previous incident with Miss Annie's "lady" situation, became more cautious in addressing women. Practice had shown that from eighty to eight, you should always err on the side of younger.
"Just call me Granny," Mrs. Qiu Senior unabashedly took advantage of Su Ziceng's politeness. It's all Zhi's fault for not being sensible. With how things were lingering with Wen Maixue, I'm afraid that in the next life, she still won't approve of our Zhi. Mrs. Qiu Senior could only settle for the next best thing and turned her sights on Su Ziceng.
