The young man nodded indifferently and took big strides up the stairs with his backpack slung over his shoulder.
Uncle Yan watched the tall and straight figure of the young man disappear, his eyes crinkling into fox-like slits with laughter.
Their family's eldest young master was even more handsome than the Third Young Master in his youth, tsk tsk, no wonder so many young girls are enchanted by him. Even an old man like him feels like bowing down at the feet of the Eldest Young Master's suit pants.
Cough cough, he's not being inappropriate, just marveling at his eldest young master's Charm Value.
"Uncle Yan." At that moment, a clear voice rang out. Uncle Yan turned his head and saw a delicate-looking young man with a cello on his back walking in.
The young man was dressed in a white suit, with a very delicate baby face, especially those round and bright eyes that sparkled with spirit, truly making one marvel at such a graceful and handsome young fellow.
