Old Mr. Wen was reading some newspapers when a frown creased his forehead, forming a deep dent in his face. He looked extremely cold and austere.
The sounds of him flipping through newspapers filled the air in the silent living room.
Wen Xinya took a glance at the sullen expression on her grandfather's face.
Old Mr. Wen placed the newspapers down and pressed his pale lips together. "Xinya, there have been lots of reports about Ruya all over the news lately. What are your thoughts?"
He looked at Wen Xinya, well aware that she was a sensible and decisive girl. Hence, he would seek her opinion on lots of matters.
Hanging her head low, Wen Xinya handed Old Mr. Wen an apple and said, "I don't know Miss Xia too well. Hence, I can't make any comment."
