Gu Nanzhou rarely smiled, "Mm, Uncle Wang, long time no see."
He followed Uncle Wang into the living room, his long fingers undoing the top two buttons of his shirt collar, and asked, "Where's my aunt?"
"Oh, dear," Uncle Wang slapped his forehead, "I got too excited and forgot to call for the madam. Please wait, the madam should be in the studio. I'll go and call her now."
Within a few minutes, a dash of red hurried down from the staircase.
Zhang Qian raised her hand to pinch Gu Nanzhou's cheek, clicked her tongue, and exclaimed, "Our Zhouzhou has grown up so much."
Gu Nanzhou's brow furrowed, his tone indifferent, "Aunt, I told you not to call me Zhouzhou."
"You don't think Zhouzhou sounds good? I think it's pretty nice, and I've always called you that since you were little."
Gu Nanzhou's expression remained unchanged, which he was used to by now, and he asked, "How have you been feeling lately?"
