Upon hearing the voice, Beiming Han raised his head and briefly glanced at the entrance, his indifferent gaze lingered on Gu Qingxin's small face for a mere second before it moved away, behaving as though he didn't know her at all.
"Girl, what are you dawdling for? Come and sit here." Beiming Lingyun laughed and called out to Gu Qingxin.
With her eyelashes lowered, Gu Qingxin, nervously walked over and sat beside the old man, followed silently by Bai Qianqian, who took a seat next to her.
A young woman around her mid-twenties was seated beside Beiming Han. She wore a white dress and had beautiful, dyed light brown curls. She was pretty and had an exceptional temperament - it was clear at a glance that she hailed from a privileged family.
"Grandpa Beiming, is this the young lady who donated blood to you?" Long Xuxu's gaze fell on Gu Qingxin, her smile was warm and friendly.
