Upon seeing Qin Ruan, the old Mr. Huo's eyes crinkled in a smile, "So this is my granddaughter-in-law! Such a charming girl."
The patriarch's attitude and tone were very affectionate.
Qin Ruan, faced with the unfamiliar yet familiar face of the old man, remained frozen in place.
Her delicate hands grasped the right-hand rail, her coldly beautiful face becoming even more expressionless.
This old man, she had seen him in the news.
A formidable figure of his generation.
Even though he was no longer in the Cabinet, his influence remained intact.
Huo Yunjiao looked sidelong at Qin Ruan, standing on the stairway. Her face showed no expression, but that didn't prevent Mr. Huo from seeing what she was feeling deep inside.
The girl was nervous, completely at a loss.
Her dark, beautiful eyes were dilated, her hand on the railing clutching it tightly, and her body rigid in place.
