He bent down and patted her, "Qiao Xi."
Qiao Xi opened her eyes, her phoenix eyes still carrying a hint of confusion.
Upon recognizing Shen Dang, she completely woke up.
She was startled for a moment, and the script she held fell to the floor, "Shen Dang, why are you in my room?"
She had forgotten to lock the door.
Shen Dang helped her pick up the script and tapped her on the head, "Come downstairs for a meal."
It didn't hurt, it was just the gesture that was odd.
Qiao Xi's eyes were downcast, her expression unreadable, "You go first, I'll be there in a bit."
"Okay." Shen Dang withdrew his gaze and turned to leave her room.
Qiao Xi sighed.
Just as she had walked downstairs, Shen Dang approached her with a mobile phone, draping an arm over her shoulder.
The two leaned in close together, the man handsome and commanding, the woman cold and ethereal—an extraordinarily pleasing sight.
"Xixi."
Qiao Xi greeted, "Grandfather."
