Definitely wouldn't trouble a younger generation.
"You call him Grandpa Lu, so you are—"
The elderly gentleman scrutinized her for a brief moment and, before she could answer, said, "I remember now, the designer that Shen's kept under wraps was you, right? I've heard that Mr. Lu mentioned you many times. Ever since you were young, he wanted to whisk you away to be his disciple, but your grandfather wouldn't let him. However, your talent in design always left him full of praise. Whenever we old friends talked, he never uttered a single criticism. That's you, isn't it?"
Nan Jiaojiao was a bit embarrassed by the praise.
Rose made things difficult for her, and she never wavered, yet she blushed at the praise from her elders' friends.
She smiled humbly, "That's me, sorry to make you laugh."
