"That's settled then," Old Man Yuan popped a grape into his mouth and walked out of the living room with a spring in his step.
As he walked, he couldn't help but mutter, "Si Yuting, with that cold, expressionless face of his, can he really be that likable?"
"Ouch!"
Just as he reached the doorway, he got such a start that the grape in his hand nearly fell out.
With a guilty conscience, Old Man Yuan patted his chest and complained bitterly, "You move so quietly. It's one thing to scare me, but what if you scared my delicate little disciple?"
He skedaddled while saying this, with a speed in his step as if the wind carried him.
Si Yuting remained unflustered and walked straight into the living room as if he had seen and heard nothing.
Sitting down beside Qu Tong, he took her hand in his and asked softly, "Did you enjoy your meal today?"
Qu Tong nodded, raising an eyebrow at him, "You heard all that?"
"Mhm," Si Yuting responded in a muffled voice.
