As the two were talking, someone walked in.
Xia Ling looked up from the flowers to see a lively white-haired man wearing a Chinese tunic suit. There was another familiar man beside Su Tang who was sizing her up.
To be exact, he sized her and Xia Moyan up.
Xia Ling stopped being relaxed, stood up straight, and politely greeted. "Old Master." She had always been afraid of this Old Master. She was not afraid of his power, but rather because he was her beloved's grandfather. She knew that Old Master was here to watch the concert, but it had already ended, so why did he come backstage? She was filled with questions, but it was inconvenient to reveal them.
Old Master was expressionless and did not say a word.
At the side, Xia Moyan's expression was cold. What did he treat them as? He should really ask himself if he could treat the Xia Family's daughter like that.
