Looking at her grandson's back as he went upstairs, Zhuang Yanyan had a puzzled, bewildered expression.
From his relaxed tone, it seemed he had successfully wooed Jinglei.
"How can you be sure she doesn't have one?"
Gazing at the second floor, Zhuang Yanyan wanted to ask more.
But Qin Feimo didn't say anything further and went straight upstairs.
Just as he reached the middle of the stairs, he suddenly saw a figure coming down.
He paused, standing there.
"When did you return?"
Qin Sijue descended the stairs, glancing at his cousin who grew up with him. His face was less steady than Qin Feimo's, but more carefree and rebellious.
"An hour ago."
...
At the Commander Residence, with her little grandson back, Zhuang Yanyan was so happy she couldn't stop smiling.
Soon it was lunchtime, and Feng Jinglei walked into the dining room, freezing the moment she spotted Qin Sijue.
