"Elder Han! I have a modest proposal, and I wonder what you think of it," Ling Xi said with an unwavering calm as she looked at Elder Han before her, her phoenix eyes cold, and the corners of her mouth curled up ever so slightly, carrying a hint of a smile that was not quite a smile.
"Please speak, Miss Ling." Elder Han nodded. For some reason, he felt a peculiar kinship towards Ling Xi, perhaps because of the relationship between his grandson and her. Or maybe he respected her, as even he could not tame his grandson, but she had managed to make him utterly obedient.
