Mr. Di adjusted his sitting posture, took the photo, and put on the glasses handed to him by the servant, "Uh... why is it this girl?"
He couldn't believe such a coincidence, rubbed his eyes and looked from a distance, "I didn't mistake it, isn't this the girl who came by not long ago?"
Di Shiyi frowned, "Grandpa Zeng has seen this girl?"
"Seen her." Mr. Di pondered for a while, "She came with Xiao Jinghuai before, I remember she brought a dish that tasted good, but it wasn't the taste I was looking for, so I sent her away."
Now Di Shiyi felt uncomfortable at the mention of Xiao Jinghuai's name, as if thousands of ants were crawling on his body, muttering: "Why is Xiao Jinghuai everywhere, damn it!"
Mr. Di snorted twice, "Stop being cheeky, if you could be like that boy from the Xiao Family, I would be chanting Amitabha."
Di Shiyi was indignant, "What's the big deal! Just a few more twisted ideas, right?"
