As Fu Qinglun turned around, Grandma walked in.
Grandma had been residing at Castle Guding for more than ten years, and she was still a hale and hearty woman even in her old age. Although her hair had gone completely white, her face was filled with tenderness and love, which made her very likable.
Fu Qinglun walked ahead and extended his hand to support his Grandma. "Grandma, why are you here?"
Grandma sat on the sofa and pulled Fu Qinglun's hand lovingly. She could not get enough of this grandson of hers.
"Grandson, why did you take so long to take a call? Do you fancy the ladies downstairs?"
The Young Master of Castle Guding, who was already 30 years old, was not married yet and there were many ladies who coveted him. Grandma had organized a party and invited all kinds of ladies, but her grandson had shown scant interest in them.
He said that he was going to take a call, but he was gone for a very long time.
