After an unpleasant conversation with the old man, Yin Shixiu returned to Jun Garden accompanied by Su Chengji and Little Junjie.
Meanwhile, Su Xiaomeng, who had already returned to Jun Garden early, was sitting with Bai Fengmao in the courtyard of the siheyuan. The sycamore tree in the center of the yard was in the season of shedding leaves, and a gust of wind blew hundreds of sycamore leaves rustling to the ground.
Bai Fengmao sat in a wooden armchair that a servant had brought out. It wasn't made from any expensive wood, yet it had a very rustic style.
"Your grandpa is just like the sycamore tree in your yard. The roots of this tree are firmly anchored in the land of Beijing, and as it ages, it becomes even more stubborn."
Bai Fengmao said leisurely while holding Su Xiaomeng's hand, and sighed.
"Your temperament, little girl, grandpa really likes it. I truly don't fancy the 'saving face while suffering in silence' routine of the old couple from the Yin Family."
