Chapitre 195: The True Colors Of Third Young Master Ye (II)

Chu Wuyou was reluctant to answer the phone. The melody of the ringtone filled the space.

Ye Lanchen declined to comment. He only waited patiently in silence.

She heaved a heavy sigh and finally pressed down on the accept button.

She feared that her Grandpa would begin to worry if she really refused to answer.

"Grandpa." Her voice that was laced with careful concern was several octaves lower than usual. She had already prepared herself mentally to be bombarded by the old man.

"Ah, Wuyou." Elder Chu's voice was calm like usual.

"Yup." The calmness in his voice caught her by surprise. Was it possible that he still had not figured it out? Or was this the calm before the storm?

"Do you remember Aunt Qin?" The old man's voice remained gentle. 

"Aunt Qin? Who?" Chu Wuyou could not think properly for a second. Why bring up a random aunt at a time like this? Aunt Qin?