You Should Call Me Grandpa Jiang

The two of them stopped at the door with the 'Guest Room' sign.

The man in front knocked on the door twice, and a voice came from inside.

"Miss Song, please."

This meant that she could go in by herself.

Song Qingyou thanked him and walked in without hesitation.

No matter when or who she might face, she was used to never showing her fear.

Such a calm attitude made the people sitting in the guest room think highly of him.

The interior of the guest room looked like a new Chinese tea room.

After entering, she saw an ink painting as the background wall.

In front of the painting was a wooden table and two chairs facing each other.

On the right side, there was a jagged rockery and proud green bamboo.

Song Qingyou's gaze finally landed on the old man sitting on the chair.

The messenger was right. The old man looked very imposing. He was either rich or noble.