Lu Zhen looked up and saw an old man sitting on an old mahogany round chair. This should be her grandfather, Jiang Ce. As the head of the Jiang family, Jiang Ce's temperament was very different from others.
Lu Zhen had filmed some period dramas before. Some actors who played emperors or overlords had to perform with a natural sense of nobility and dignity to create an oppressive aura. She had sensed such a temperament from her grandfather. Moreover, this temperament was not an act. It was as if it was engraved in the old man's bones.
The moment Lu Zhen and her grandfather looked at each other, she felt as if her soul had been pierced. A sense of reverence and fear surged from the depths of her heart. The old man casually glanced at Lu Zhen, his expression unchanged. He only looked at the chair beside him. "Sit."
Jiang Fei pulled Lu Zhen and sat down with her. The others left tacitly.
