He swiftly grabbed the clothes on the bed and was dressed neatly in no time. Shi Youxuan, clutching a stuffed toy, tried to run out of the bedroom but was suddenly caught in a firm embrace by a pair of large hands, unable to move.
"Thump."
"Thump."
"Thump."
Her heart pounded almost as if it were about to leap out of her chest. Shi Youxuan struggled a few times but couldn't break free. Her heart was racing when there was a gentle knock on the door, and the housekeeper spoke respectfully from outside, "Eldest Young Master, the old master has arrived."
The study.
Sheng Runruo was sitting on the sofa while Sheng Hanyu stood in front of him, his attitude as respectful as ever.
The patriarch scrutinized his eldest grandson, relieved to see his good complexion, which allowed him to put down a huge weight in his heart. He had two sons, the elder mediocre and the younger gloomy; neither was entirely satisfactory to him.
