"It's past nine o'clock, why hasn't Shaoming arrived yet?"
At this moment, the old lady's concern was for her youngest grandson.
"He's on the road." Jun Mo answered, sitting down himself. After eating a few lychees, he praised, "They taste better than those you buy at the market, all thanks to Xiaoxi's hard work. The fruits we eat are managed by her personally."
His sister had a passion for agriculture, and with Green Water Villa being so vast, boasting both Guo Mountain and farmlands, it provided her with the perfect research grounds.
"That girl, I barely see her. She's always burrowing in the ground, in the fields, our villa's workers see her more often than I do, and I'm her grandmother." Mentioning Jun Xi, the old lady's smile was tinged with bitterness and helplessness.
"She loves it, let her be."
For his only sister, Jun Mo loved her to his very bones.