It was already dusk.
The light of the setting sun landed on his black long robe, and his entire body seemed to be surrounded with a faint golden halo. The lights and shadows overlapped as he flicked the prayer beads in his hand, causing the tassel to sway, setting a tantalizing, romantic atmosphere.
His gaze landed on the little girl in the house as if he was looking down at her from above and scrutinizing her.
His expression was so indifferent that it seemed as though they had never met before.
"Third Son, let's go in." Old Madam Fu smiled and entered the house. Song Fengwan stood there neither servile nor arrogant as she carefully sized up Old Madam Fu.
She heard that Old Madam Fu was already 80 years old this year and two years older than Old Master Fu. She had silver hair and was wearing a dark purple cheongsam.
