Lu Yingxue asked softly, "Ayi, why aren't we leaving?"
Zhong Yi took a deep breath, suppressing the aversion in her heart, "It's nothing, let's go."
Unrejected, Lu Yingxue drew even closer.
The faint, cold, and sweet scent of Silk Tree Flower exuded from her body tightened Zhong Yi's lips even more.
Following the old butler through the spacious living room and along a floral gallery, they arrived at the dining room.
The old butler pushed open the doors to the dining room, where the long table was already beautifully decorated with fresh flowers and arrangements, displaying great taste.
Seated at the head of the table was an old man with hair and whiskers white as frost. Despite being well into his nineties, his spirit appeared to be quite well. His face was etched with the wrinkles of time, yet his deeply set eyes shone with extraordinary brightness and vitality.
This was the Old Master of the Zhong Family, Zhong Hongfei's grandfather, Zhong Yi's great-grandfather.