The housekeeper furrowed his brows, his face ashen. His lips twitched as he was about to say something.
"Since when it's your turn to speak in the Qiao's house!" A steady elderly voice, filled with gravitas and resonating deeply, interrupted him.
Yuanya heard the familiar voice, and the corners of her lips slowly curled into a smile. She looked towards the direction of the archway, smiling.
Sure enough, she saw Old Master Qiao striding towards them, leaning on his inseparable cane, his face stern.
They hadn't seen each other for a while. The old man looked hale and hearty, remarkably spirited.
Yuanya breathed a sigh of relief. Thankfully, her troubles hadn't affected his health.
At that moment, the old man's gaze met with Yuanya's.
Even the toughest man has a soft spot. His initially domineering gaze suddenly softened somewhat.
The housekeeper noticed the change and was taken aback!
Such an expression only ever appeared when the old man looked at his wife and daughter.
