"Who?" After asking this question, Shen Jiayin suddenly stopped speaking.
Second Sister You's expression clearly told her that the only person who could meet with Grandma Shen and speak alone must be someone specific.
At the end of the corridor, the afternoon's slanted sunlight fell on Ye Chang's sharp chin, which seemed like a mountain ridge that couldn't be diminished in the slightest. His white stubble was thus gilded with a layer of golden light, making it even more prominent. He was an elder more ambitious in his later years, seemingly a person whom nothing could daunt.
Grandma Shen glanced at the somewhat smug face beside her, internally snorted: "Look at yourself."
Ye Chang didn't really think he was remarkable - at least when facing Grandma Shen, he felt nothing but guilt.
