When Ning Yi came downstairs again, he was completely refreshed.
He had taken a shower, washed his hair, shaved, and changed into a clean set of new clothes.
"Are you hungry? I can have someone bring you a bowl of soup," Gu Xihuo said, satisfied to see her son all tidied up.
"I'm not hungry. I ate on the road at noon." Ning Yi squeezed in next to his daughter.
After adjusting his posture and feeling a bit cramped, he directly picked up his daughter to sit on his lap.
After tidying up, Young Master Ning's skin was a bit darker and he was a bit thinner, but he appeared more composed than before.
Still the same strikingly handsome young man.
"Daddy is so good-looking," little Youyou, who was always generous with compliments to beautiful people, exclaimed.
"The baby is also beautiful," Young Master Ning's eyes crinkled with joy.
Ning Shizhao and Gu Xihuo, seeing their son and granddaughter so affectionate, felt even more determined in their hearts.
