Walking all the way from the house of Wen Yiming to the entrance of Wen's Manor, looking at the girl beside him whose face was calm yet whose eyes were forcibly steady, Zhuang Qinghe felt an indescribable heartache.
Back then, he just thought that Old Master Wen doted on his little granddaughter, and Zhuang Qinghe didn't think much of it. But just now, seeing the Wen family's attitude towards Wen Nuan, Zhuang Qinghe realized that Old Master Wen probably foresaw this day.
Wanting to sigh that Old Master Wen had foresight like a torch, but thinking that he might not have truly wanted things to turn out this way, Zhuang Qinghe ended up saying nothing.
Looking back at the grand and glorious villa cluster inside Wen's Manor, Zhuang Qinghe sighed with helpless eyes, turning to ask Wen Nuan, "Xiao Nuan, what do you plan to do in the future?"
Glancing at the distant bright sunlight, Wen Nuan softly replied, "Just like now."
