There was no hidden snarky cold attack that Zhang Lisheng had expected, nor the overwhelming emotions a usual grandfather would have after meeting his blood-related grandson who had never seen for over 20 years.
That short and slightly thin Asian old man, who was wearing a pair of golden glasses, whose facial features contained a faint distinction of Zhang Lisheng's mother's shadow, sitting more than ten meters away from Zhang Lisheng could only be described by the word 'nonchalant' in his eyes. He could tell that this person was very good at controlling his reason and emotion.
