Meanwhile, Liang Mumu was still chatting with his grandfather about something. Occasionally a little higher in pitch, occasionally a little lower; there was a melodious rhythm to her voice that seemed to draw others into what she was saying. Yet, Lin Jiage found her a little irritating.
He remained in the room for a while longer before eventually finding the noise unbearable. Thus, he stood up, intending to head out to take a momentary breather. But before he could take a single step, he suddenly caught sight of Shi Yao in his peripheral vision.
Sitting quietly on a chair, the young lady was holding an apple that was almost as big as her face, munching on it attentively.
It was almost as if her eyes had no room for anything else other than the apple before her.
