Wen Xinya raised an eyebrow. Xia Ruya came over at this time?
What exactly did she want? She couldn't have come to mock her—this didn't match Xia Ruya's character.
Xia Ruya wore an almond-colored knee-length dress with floral prints, enhancing her soft and demure poise, and walked into the living room with a slight timidness. As if noticing that the ambiance in the living room was off, her watery eyes filled with uneasiness. "Grandpa Wen, how's your health lately? So sorry, I've been busy with schoolwork recently and the student union has also been swarmed, so I didn't have time to come over and see you." Saying which, her gaze scanned the living room. "Where's Grandma Wen? How come I don't see her?"
Old Mr. Wen looked at Xia Ruya with a tinge of complicated yet indifferent feelings. "I'm still the same. Your Grandma has yet to come back from playing mahjong with her mahjong buddies."