Chapter 66: Qiqi

The old man has always been calm and cold, and it’s the first time he’s been so... lively.

So lively, in fact... it’s a bit unusual.

But the little girl is still cute and lovely, running around like a fluttering pink butterfly.

Song Qingwan came over at this time, suddenly saw him, paused for a moment: "All done with work?"

The man casually replied, still watching in that direction, eyebrows slightly furrowed, coldly: "Did the old man finally go crazy?"

Song Qingwan: "..."

Song Qingwan also looked in that direction, cleared her throat lightly, "Maybe he’s just too happy, after all, he’s been fishing for decades, and even if we combine them all, it’s probably not as enjoyable as today."

Indeed, before, the fastest he could catch one fish was half an hour, now in just a few seconds, he’s caught several fish, without even taking a break.

If this were gambling, the old man would probably have reddened eyes from so many wins.

"Daddy!"

Li Li’s sharp eyes spotted him quickly, and she suddenly stopped running, a big smile on her lips, and she ran over to him.

Just standing in front of him, she couldn’t help but pout angrily, with her little face turned upwards, unhappily, "Daddy, you’re so slow! I’ve caught so many fish!"

Lu Junhan lowered his eyes to look at her little face dampened by sweat.

Having run for so long and been exposed to the sun, her cheeks were flushed, her naturally long, dark eyelashes were soaked with sweat, making her clean, bright eyes extremely beautiful.

Strands of hair stuck to her fair cheeks, her rosy little mouth slightly open, still breathing heavily.

Before he had a chance to speak, the old man came over too, and his typically stern and unsmiling face now carried an almost imperceptible hint of a smile.

"Grandpa!" the little girl also saw him: "You’re not fishing anymore?"

The old man waved his hand: "No more, I’m tired too, let’s call it a day."

With that, he coughed heavily, patted Lu Junhan’s shoulder, his face slightly unnatural, speaking in a deep voice: "Your daughter... is indeed not bad."

Song Qingwan was shocked.

Good heavens!

Is this still her father who looks down on women and thinks they’re useless!

Li Li might be the first girl the old man has ever praised.

Though it’s just the word "not bad," for the old man with his machismo, it’s the highest praise.

Lu Junhan raised an eyebrow: "Just ’not bad’? Seems like you had a good time playing with her."

The old man: "..."

"Nonsense!" The old man instantly became annoyed and distressed, waving his hand dismissively, "Who had a good time playing with her..."

"Grandpa!"

Just then, a tender young voice came from not far away.

A neatly dressed little figure in a suit came running over.

Upon seeing him, Song Qingwan’s cool eyes narrowed dangerously, crossing her arms with a disdainful cold snort.

Lu Junhan showed no expression, as if nothing and no one concerned him.

The boy who came running over was about five or six years old, and he hugged the old man tightly, looking up with a delicate face, smiling extremely happily:

"Grandpa, Qiqi missed you so much! Did you miss Qiqi?"

"Of course I did!" The old man ruffled the boy’s hair, as if to prove something, then coldly snorted at Lu Junhan, "See, this is my most beloved great-grandson!"

Lu Junhan’s expression didn’t change at all, his tone indifferent, "Alright then, since your great-grandson is here, maybe my daughter doesn’t need to take you fishing tomorrow?"

The old man: "..."