Before they entered the house, Mrs. Ai'er told Jiang Qiuqiu a bit about the person she was about to meet.
"He's like Old Yuan—a bit high-spirited, but a very interesting person."
"You can call him Grandpa Fang, or Uncle Fang."
'Grandpa and Uncle? Why was there an "or" connecting two titles with such a big age difference?'
Mrs. Ai'er caught Jiang Qiuqiu's confused glance and chuckled. "He's one of those people who refuses to admit he's old."
After she spoke, they arrived at a small house with its own private yard.
This place was much smaller than the Yuan Family's home. There were no flowerbeds at the entrance, and the building itself was only two stories high. The style wasn't extravagant—one could only call it plain. It was even a little smaller than the Starry Sky Wander, where she lived.
