The lean yet muscular upper body was covered in muscles, not inferior to a young man's.
Looking at him, you'd never guess he's already a fifty-something old man.
"Little girl, come sit." Ian Douglas reclined with a slight pant, gesturing to the spot opposite him.
The maid brought fragrant tea.
Ian Douglas took a leisurely sip before lifting his head to glance at Scarlett Yates, "Have you guessed why I called you here?"
Scarlett looked at his still captivatingly handsome face and nodded slightly, "I have some guesses."
"Oh? Then tell me." Ian Douglas smiled faintly, as if quite interested.
Scarlett smiled again, "I think if I'm not mistaken, it has something to do with your precious grandson."
"The little girl is not too foolish after all."
