"Haoran, I sent him out of town to collect debts. His friend Luca thinks he's at the castle, so there's no suspicion at all."
"They don't seem like they'll be staying with us long," the old woman mused.
Zhuang Haoxiong curled his lips into a smile that pleased the elderly lady and said, "Grandma, you have a way to make them stay longer."
"Let me think about it." A sharp light flashed through the old woman's blue eyes. "Don't be fooled by their appearances, one seems quiet, the other lively and careless. But even the rash one has deep eyes, surely she has her own plans."
"Grandma, are you talking about the one with the last name Zhong? Did you know she is Zhang Xiying's fiancée?"
"You mean she's going to be the wife of the eldest Zhang?" The old woman's eyebrows raised again.
"Yes," Zhuang Haoxiong replied.
The old lady seemed amused, leaning back on her chair at an angle, "This is going to be interesting."
