The smile on her face stiffened slightly, and then being praised so bluntly again, she felt a bit embarrassed; a faint blush rose on her white and tender cheeks.
Gu Qingci watched her, his brows and eyes opening in delight, unable to resist teasing: "Oh my, Tian Tian, this tendency of yours to blush at the drop of a hat really hasn't changed at all!"
"Guodong, don't you think so?"
Following her aunt Gu Qingci's line of sight, Tian Tian looked over and saw a tall, broad-shouldered middle-aged man sitting by the window.
He was no longer the tall, skinny figure in her memory; about one meter eighty, roughly the same height as her eldest uncle, but his build now… compared to her eldest uncle, he was like one and a half of him.
Hearing Gu Qingci's words, Feng Guodong lifted his eyes and looked at Tian Tian—strictly speaking, from the moment Tian Tian pushed the door open and came in, Feng Guodong had already been sizing her up.
