Jin Jumo was stunned, "Grandpa?"
Rong Mochen didn't look at her, his voice was very indifferent, "Mm."
In Jinming Port City, after coming back, Rong Mochen went to the study and never came out, while Jin Jumo was surrounded by a group of designers taking her measurements and pestering her about her clothing style preferences.
It took a full two hours before this crowd left, giving Jin Jumo some peace and quiet.
Jin Jumo slightly closed her eyes, leaning back on the sofa, the vast, spacious, and bright view before her made her feel surreal. Would she be living here from now on?
"Madam." A respectful voice came through, making Jin Jumo slightly confused, and she opened her eyes to look.
Standing before her was a woman about forty or fifty years old, dressed plainly, her hair neatly tied at the back, her round face giving off a gentle and kind vibe, but there was a hint of timidity in her eyes as she looked at Jin Jumo.
Jin Jumo sat up, bewildered, "And you are?"
