Fu Yuling was pushed aside, her hands on her hips, she pouted at Fu Jichen: "Brother, why do you sound just like Grandpa when you talk now? You're not even thirty and you're already old?"
She was different, wearing a magenta dress with bare legs in the cold weather, her long chestnut hair braided into two fishtail braids intertwined at the back.
Despite being the same age, she still looked innocent and naïve, unworldly.
Fu Jichen didn't even glance at her, looking indifferent as he took off his coat and handed it to the approaching servant, then asked Wei Ronghua, who followed him: "Where's Grandpa?"
"In the study upstairs."
Wei Ronghua wanted to ask if he had eaten and if anything should be cooked, but he just headed upstairs, his tall and upright figure like a towering tree.
