Jiang Mansion, the sunlight was weak, the night was looming, and even the air carried a chill.
Xie Duo rarely visited, the Jiang Family had an exceptionally rich selection of dishes today, Jiang Zhenhuan even opened a good bottle of wine, everyone gradually took their seats, and the old lady frowned, looking into the distance.
Jiang Chengsi sat in the old-fashioned rocking chair by the window, maintaining that posture for over half an hour, his lips unable to suppress a smile, not knowing whom he was chatting with, laughter full of spring emotions.
"Chengsi?" the old lady called out, but there was no response.
"Xiaosi!"
After calling twice, someone finally gave her a reaction.
"Grandma, what's up?"
"Dinner's ready. Who are you chatting with?"
"Just a friend." Jiang Chengsi said, while still bowing his head to reply to a message, telling her he's going to dinner and will chat later.
