The servant who was leaving twisted and pulled the door of the study closed behind them.
In the room, only the two of them remained.
Grandma Xiao walked over to the long sofa next to Gu Nuan, then motioned with her hand for Gu Nuan to sit.
Gu Nuan felt that this elderly woman moved with sure and nimble steps, hardly what one would expect from an eighty-year-old, remarking to herself how healthy she appeared.
Grandma Xiao's face was rosy, akin to the color of a longevity peach. Had it not been for the many unforeseen events on what was supposed to be a joyful day, her complexion might have been even more vibrant, like a blooming flower.
Gu Nuan sat down, her hands naturally resting on the knees of her gown.
As Grandma Xiao watched her looking downward, she suddenly thought of something, felt that something was amiss, and therefore reached for the telephone receiver on the side table next to the sofa, saying into the receiver, "Come in, bring a pen, and bring a notebook."
