Nan Zhi walked to the entrance of the dining room and glanced into the living room. All she saw was a tall and bulky silhouette walking over from the porch.
A pair of suit pants which were ironed to a crease-free finish, wrapped around the man's long and slender legs. He was wearing a black shirt with a V-neck, revealing his collarbones and chest like an endless tease. It made him look sexy and wild.
The man's steps were long and lazy, similar to an elegant cheetah as if circled its unknowing prey. An overwhelming aura of arrogance surrounded him.
Nan Zhi's gaze landed on the man's handsome and perfect face under his short black hair. Her long eyelashes trembled and she hurriedly flew back into the kitchen.
Oh my god!
She did not see wrongly, did she?
Could that pervert be the precious grandson that the old lady was talking about? How could the world be so small?