"Let her come in," Guh Tian picked up the book in his hands and lowered his head to read.
A moment later, a light tread of footsteps sounded, and a pair of white slippers appeared in front of Guh Tian.
"Grandfather," the voice of Guh Siqing was hoarse, carrying a somewhat gloomy tone.
Guh Tian did not speak; he remained focused on his book, occasionally turning a page.
Guh Siqing's gaze flickered slightly as she stood there quietly and obediently.
It was quite a while before Guh Tian finished another six or seven pages, then slowly looked up.
He regarded Guh Siqing, who was wearing a scarf over her face, with satisfaction.
"Good. You still know to cover your face. You haven't gone completely mad!"
