The old sir walked into the living room, sat down, and assessed the young man in front of him, saying, "You resemble your father a bit, but you look more like your grandfather."
Zhuang Yi smiled and said, "Thank you for the compliment, Grandpa Jiang. My grandfather also said Jing Heng looks like you did when you were young."
Old Sir Jiang glanced at Jiang Jingheng in the distance but didn't respond.
He asked, "How is your grandfather?"
"He's doing well, though he's older now and rarely goes out. He misses his old friends like you," Zhuang Yi answered, "However, the one thing he can't stop worrying about is my sister, his only granddaughter. That's why he asked me to come to Upper City to visit her. After all, a married daughter can't always return to her family, but her family will always think of her."
Old Sir Jiang looked at Zhuang Yi's gentle demeanor, his expression unchanged, as if he didn't understand the implied meaning in his words.
