Compared to Gong Yu's anxiety, Mu Lin seems quite calm, completely indifferent.
"Grandpa Gong?" An innocent and puzzled look rests on her face, "Haven't I always called him that?" The glimmer of amusement in her eyes, however, seemed unusually teasing.
Mu Lin is probably beginning to get mischievous; she rarely displays this side of herself in front of others.
"The one that doesn't include the word 'Gong'." Looking at Mu Lin, Grandpa Gong seems helpless.
For some reason, being with Mu Lin makes him feel as close as he would with his own granddaughter. From the first time he saw her, he couldn't help but want to be close to this young girl.
Cough... don't get it wrong, put away those dirty thoughts.
His intentions are completely pure.
"Grandpa?" Hearing this, Mu Lin raised her eyebrows knowingly, "That… isn't logical, is it?" Moreover, she isn't exactly his granddaughter, is she?