After some hesitation, her finger tapped rapidly on the mobile phone screen.
"@Wen Ya, please wait a moment, I'm not sure about this, I need to ask my grandfather."
Is the Sihe Courtyard of the 'Xunyan' studio actually Ye Nanxun's property?
Has he been mistaken all along?
Fu Boyan felt a desperate need for an answer.
Ye Nanxun had just returned to her room to wash up, so the only way was to ask his grandfather.
Fu Boyan really didn't expect such a misunderstanding.
He quickly made his way to his grandfather's room.
Ever since his grandfather almost fell upstairs last year, he had moved to the first floor of the Fu family's old house.
---Knock, knock, knock---
"Come in, the door isn't locked."
Old Mr. Fu had finished washing up and was lying in bed watching television.
Seeing his only grandson walk in, he didn't even spare a glance, eagerly fixated on the TV.
