Her appearance inexplicably reminded the old master of his wife in her younger years, her brows softened with tenderness, and her eyes filled with nostalgia.
This granddaughter of his somewhat resembled her grandmother.
The old master gazed at her steadily and asked softly, "Xiaoxia, could you call me 'Grandfather'?"
Ning Xia called out without hesitation, her voice crisp and sweet, "Grandfather."
The old master's face wrinkled into a smile, and he nodded contentedly, "Good, good."
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After the doctor arrived and examined Shi Jiayin, he pinched her philtrum and she slowly came to.
"Miss Shi was just a bit shocked, there's nothing to worry about, Mr. Shi, please rest assured."
Shi Zhen and Jiang Mingxia both sighed in relief, but Shi Jiayang was still frowning, "Doctor, don't you think you should check her again? My cousin's face is so pale, she doesn't have any color in it."