"Oh my, little Jing Ci has grown so big."
Seeing his own granddaughter run over so sweetly, the old man named Gui Ning hurried forward with a cheerful laugh.
However, he quickly noticed that the vermilion mole between his granddaughter's eyebrows had disappeared.
The lame old man suppressed his surprise, picked up his granddaughter, and pinched her fair, tender cheek. "How have you been lately? Your mother hasn't been scolding you, has she?"
"She has, Grandpa. Mother scolds me all the time." Tushan Jing Ci pouted, her voice full of grievance. "Grandpa, you have to stay for a few more days. As long as you're here, Mother won't scold me."
"Hahaha, alright. Then Grandpa will stay a few more days."
The lame old man nodded, then looked toward the guests in Tushan Mansion.
"Everyone, why are you bowing to an old man like me, who's already got one foot in the grave? There's no need to be so formal. Please, sit. The star of the show today is my granddaughter."
"Yes, Senior."
