Li Yuechan looked at Long Chen with a guilty expression, and she couldn't help getting angry.
"You bastard, don't tell me you've actually fallen for Li Yueyue?"
"How could I?" Long Chen said sternly, "Yuechan, do you really see me as someone who can't distinguish between what's important and what's not?"
"Hmph, who knows? Come on, let's go see Grandpa."
Li Yuechan pulled Long Chen along as they walked forward.
A moment later, the two were in the study, meeting the old Mr. Li Chungang.
The old man was wearing presbyopic glasses and holding a magnifying glass, intently observing an old-looking painting.
Seeing Long Chen and Li Yuechan enter, he slowly put down the magnifying glass and smiled, "Have a seat."
"Grandpa, I haven't seen you in a few days, and you look healthier than ever."
Li Yuechan walked over with a smile.
"You girl, always picking the nice things to say, sit down first, let's have a good chat," the old man said.
