Dinner was still a while away, and the old master was chatting in the living room with the whole family. Mi Shen was sitting right beside him, and by merely lifting her eyes, she could see that irritating guy seated across from her.
Every time she looked up, that guy's peach blossom eyes would bend towards her, to which Mi Shen responded with a ferocious glare.
But apparently, her intensity fell short; even if she were to pop her eyeballs out, that guy would continue doing his own thing, and his smile only brightened when he saw her glowering.
The subtle atmosphere between the two was noticeable to anyone, and how could it escape the old yet still sharp Master Li?
He coughed and said to Mi Shen, "Shenshen, Gaoning is my guest."
What? Guest?
The old master was amused by her bewildered expression, his white beard quivering as he patiently explained, "Gaoning is the grandson of one of your great-grandfather's old comrades, the youngest grandson."
