Ruan Qi quickly walked into the main hall of the residence arm-in-arm with Old Master Xi.
On the sofa in the center of the hall, a man sat with his back facing the entrance.
The man had a clean, neat buzz cut and wore a light-colored linen shirt and trousers. When the sound of Ruan Qi and Old Master Xi chatting and laughing drifted in, he instinctively sat up straighter, his hands on his legs slightly tightening.
Ruan Qi felt that the man's back looked somewhat familiar.
"Grandpa Xi, this is..."
"Xi Xiaoran! Are you sitting there like a statue?!" Old Master Xi's loud voice interrupted her.
Ruan Qi looked shocked.
Xi Xiaoran?
Father Xi?!
Over a month ago, Ruan Qi had completely cured Xi Xiaoran's madness. Xi Xiaoran had slept for seven or eight days before slowly waking up, and by then, Ruan Qi had already returned to the film crew for a retreat.
So this was Ruan Qi's first time seeing Xi Xiaoran after he had returned to normal.
