The two wound their way through a corridor built in a traditional style, passing by a pavilion by a man-made lake. From a distance, they saw Mrs. Yue and Grandma Su sitting there. They were probably waiting for them.
"See? I told you so. We aren't late," Yue Tingfeng said, "Grandma and my mom are still sitting outside. Come on. Let's go."
From some distance away, they heard Grandma Su saying, "Actually…I don't know if I can really like Qingsi. I prefer the more innocent types, the simpler ones—the kind of girls who don't have such scheming eyes. Like…that granddaughter in Old Wang's family. I wanted to matchmake them a long time ago. After all, when he was younger, Tingfeng had gotten along well with that girl when he was staying here. Perhaps they can become an example of childhood friends turned lovers…"
