Jing Yan brought He Miao through the entrance and handed their coats to the butler. Then, he walked over to He Chen politely. "Uncle He, I brought Miaomiao over to visit you."
"Have a seat." He Chen's eyes indicated for them to sit opposite him, but his gaze was always on He Miao. "I invited you guys here for no other reason than the fact that I'm getting on in years and I want to chat with the younger generation that I haven't seen in so many years."
This time, his expression was rather calm, and his usual fierce aura was restrained, as if he was really just a kind elder.
The butler put away the coats and came over to pour tea for the two of them. "President Jing, Miss He, this is my master's treasured tea. He specially asked me to take it out for the two of you to have a taste."