"I've got nothing scheduled for the afternoon, let's go!"
He Nan nonchalantly took her hand, declaring his sovereignty through actions rather than words.
Lu Siyuan snorted silently to himself, finding the sight of them holding hands extremely irksome, while a hint of a smile appeared in the old Mr. He's eyes, seeing in his grandson a reflection of his younger self.
When they reached the intersection, He Nan hailed a taxi and sent Mr. He on his way.
Before getting into the cab, Mr. He made a point of reminding the girls, "Remember our appointment for next week."
After the taxi had driven off, He Nan raised an eyebrow and asked, "What appointment?"
"Grandpa invited me and Xiaoxi to dinner at his house." It wasn't a secret, so Shen Mianmian didn't hide it.
He Nan's gaze flickered, and he nodded slightly, saying, "If he has the heart to invite you, then you should go!"