At dusk, the sky had turned a misty blue, with the biting north wind suggesting snow might be on its way.
The Jiang Family had already lit the lamps, and the old lady was holding Qi Zeyan's hand, sizing him up incessantly, "You really haven't come to see me in such a long time! If it wasn't for your grandfather sending you to deliver something, I think you wouldn't want to visit this old lady at all."
Qi Zeyan cleared his throat lightly, "The company has been quite busy recently, I'll visit you more often in the future."
"Being busy is good, young people should be busy."
"Qiqi, why don't you stay for dinner at our house tonight and keep grandma company?" The old lady was very fond of Qi Zeyan, mainly because his temperament was different from those two young scamps at home, more endearing.
However, every time Qi Zeyan came over, and she called him 'Qiqi' inadvertently, he always felt like an attempt to show off had failed, and he was instantly demoted back to his original state.
