Leng Xingshuang followed her grandfather into the private room of Zirui Pavilion.
As soon as she raised her eyes, she saw the youth sitting by the window, his golden hair radiating brilliance more dazzling than the sunlight outside.
The youth turned his head and looked her way, rising with a gentle smile, "Old Sir Leng."
Those azure eyes that always appeared in her dreams now materialized before her, causing Leng Xingshuang's heartbeat to race uncontrollably.
"Mr. Amos, apologies for keeping you waiting," Leng Shan raised his hand in apology.
"This is my unruly granddaughter, Xingshuang. Weren't you planning to thank Mr. Amos face to face?"
Leng Xingshuang froze in place. Seeing her in this dazed state, Leng Shan frowned slightly and tugged at her sleeve.
