Xu Ji exited WeChat, letting out a light chuckle.
He didn't see that on the second floor's windowsill, Old Master He had just witnessed the scene of her chatting with Chen Anxin.
After finishing breakfast and heading upstairs, Xu Ji saw that Old Master He was in good spirits today and smilingly asked, "Would you like to take a walk in the garden?"
Old Master He beckoned to Xu Ji.
Xu Ji walked over and crouched down beside him.
Old Master He grasped Xu Ji's hand, and with a tone of deep concern, asked, "Xiao Ji, you're not young anymore, isn't it time you got married?"
Xu Ji was startled, then chuckled, "You're worrying too much, Grandpa, these things can't be rushed."
Old Master He sighed, "You young people always have one reason or another, dragging your feet about settling down. In my life, I've done many things. Some I can't even say whether they were right or wrong. But in the end, the one truly willing to stay by this old man's side is only you."
