"I've seen you a few times. Trailing after that old bastard, you were much more docile than you are now, kid," the woman said coolly.
"Old bastard…" The corner of Song Changsheng's mouth twitched. No matter how slow he was, he had finally put two and two together. Her connection wasn't with his good-for-nothing father, but with his own grandfather.
'And what's with that name she called him? It sounds so intimate, yet so full of dissatisfaction.'
'Could this be that Senior Xiao? What on earth is the history between Grandpa and her?' She was sitting right in front of him, yet he couldn't get a read on her attitude. 'Based on what I've seen so far, she's probably not an enemy.'
After a moment's thought, Song Changsheng asked tentatively, "Dare I ask, Senior, is your surname 'Xiao'?"
The woman's expression remained unchanged as she looked at him with a playful smile. "And what if it is? What if it isn't?"
