"Granny," Yu Yang first greeted Zhang Xiaoying with a bow, his etiquette and posture as though carved into his bones—upright and impeccable, without a hint of flaw.
Such a polite and refined young man was hard for anyone to dislike, Zhang Xiaoying included.
"You're so formal that you might overwhelm me," Zhang Xiaoying gestured for him to sit, "Please, take a seat. What brings you to me?"
Yu Yang sat down, his gaze sharp in an instant, "Granny, just because others cannot do something doesn't mean you can't."
"Speak frankly, I don't enjoy beating around the bush." Speaking with the intelligent required getting straight to the point; otherwise, one never knew when they might get trapped by their own words.
From the first time she met Yu Yang, Zhang Xiaoying knew that he was never to be underestimated.
"Zhao Chunbao didn't lie, and what Li Lanlan said was also true," Yu Yang said earnestly as he looked at her, "Granny, do you understand what I mean?"