Youhuang Peak, in the Bamboo Building.
With apprehension in her heart, Li Qianqian walked up to the terrace of the pavilion.
On the terrace, Chu Lingxiao was at the tea table, with two middle-aged men standing beside him.
These two middle-aged men were her uncle, Li Qingyang, and her father, Li Qingyue.
"Grandmother, uncle, father!" Li Qianqian glanced at her father Li Qingyue before greeting the three of them.
Chu Lingxiao nodded slightly, holding the tea, and Li Qingyang chuckled, "Qianqian, come~"
Li Qianqian stepped forward, and Chu Lingxiao set the tea down, "Sit down!"
The four of them sat, and Li Qianqian's heart was filled with trepidation.
Chu Lingxiao was not a loving elder; her disposition has always been cold. Not to mention Li Qianqian as a granddaughter, even Li Qingyang and Li Qingyue as sons rarely received affection from Chu Lingxiao.
