Ye Chuyi followed Ye Canghai inside.
She looked around and didn't see Ye Jinyu, only an old man with graying hair and piercing eyes sitting on the sofa. His face was stern, radiating a sense of authority.
She looked towards Ye Zhengrong and saw him nod at her, so she took the initiative to greet him, "Grandpa, I am Chuyi."
Ye Chongzun examined her from head to toe, feeling that the more he looked, the more she resembled his wife in her younger days—their appearance, demeanor, aura, and even their voices were strikingly similar.
He and his wife had three children; his eldest son and daughter resembled him more, whereas his second son resembled his wife more. He had always favored his second son over the years precisely because of this resemblance.
But he had never expected that this sudden appearance of his granddaughter would be the one who truly resembled his wife.
He watched her for a while, then beckoned her over.
