"Junior Zi Yin greets grandfather Qiu." Because of Qiu Yuehe, Zi Yin didn't have a good impression of Qiu zhenwen. However, since her grandfather had spoken, she couldn't give him a hard time, so she bowed respectfully.
"You're welcome, you're welcome. I haven't seen you for a few years. Zi Yin, you've grown so big." Qiu zhenwen said indifferently, obviously not taking Zi Yin seriously.
It was no wonder. Many people knew that Zi Yin couldn't advance to the sage level. She was destined to have no future. Once the Zi family lost in the great family tournament three years later, they wouldn't even be able to keep their status as a ninth-rank family. Who would care about a descendant of a fallen family who had no future?
Ling Chuxi stood by the side and carefully observed Qiu zhenwen.
