Chen Jiaming spoke to this point, his tone seemingly doubtful. Xiaoliu quickly interjected, "Mr. Chen, rest assured, my grandfather is not like them. Our family is truly sincere towards you. Look, my grandfather has told you everything."
Director Liu glanced at his granddaughter, who was eager to express herself, shook his head, and sighed, "It's hard to keep girls at home once they grow up."
"Grandpa!" Xiaoliu coquettishly stomped her foot.
"Enough, the tea is ready. Why don't you go out, take a walk and see about lunch for us? Mr. Chen and I have some private words to exchange."
Upon her grandfather's words, Xiaoliu blinked, put down the tool in her hand, and walked out.
The glass doors of the backyard closed, and the surroundings quieted, save for a few sparrows, raised by Director Liu, hopping about.
Director Liu asked, "What do you think of my granddaughter?"
