[An introduction]

Yu Zhúlín listened, and he listened well. He seemed to have some few things in mind already when Zhi Ruo turned her head to look at his expression. The deep creases of contemplation on his face was a deep contrast to what kind of expression he usually wore.

It caught Zhi Ruo's eyes, but she did not find it displeasing at all. She almost found it relieving that even like Yu Zhúlín could have such expression on his face.

That's right, this is what a senior brother's face should look like, Zhi Ruo could not help but thought. It wasn't until she saw that her grandfather's attention went back at her did she raise her head to look at her grandfather in question.

"That goes the same for you, you can also look for your grandfather if you want anything." The patriarch said with a soft smile. Zhi Ruo might have not noticed it, however Ravel certainly did. And he found it amusing that the two people in the room pretended to not see the doting look on the otherwise strict patriarch's face.