Without realizing it, the grandfather and grandson had strolled to the backyard.
The rose flowers blooming in the yard shone brilliantly under the afternoon sun, looking like a vast sea of flowers with their purple charm and crimson splendor, too gorgeous for words.
Old Master watched the blooming roses in the yard, yet his expression slightly stiffened.
"Xiao Si, let's go sit over there for a while," Old Master gestured towards the pavilion.
Chu Yihan didn't say anything and walked straight towards the pavilion.
Old Master sat down with the help of Housekeeper Mo, then waved his hand to dismiss him.
Sitting face to face, a servant came to pour tea, and after a quiet moment, Old Master looked at Chu Yihan and started, "Xiao Si, I heard from Xiao Ge that these roses in the yard were planted under your instruction?"
"Mm," Chu Yihan said indifferently, picking up the tea from the table and taking a light sip.
