The old man stood up from the flowerbed, glowing softly under the moonlight, his eyes sparkling as he sized up Gu Xiaoer's attire. He remembered the last time they met, she had been clad in a life jacket and safety helmet, looking rather silly. This evening, meeting her again, the young girl was dressed exquisitely, allowing him to guess the occasion.
Smiling, the old man carried a pair of scissors in his hand, finding a small path and walking towards the grapevine.
Gu Xiaoer extended her hand warmly to help him onto the path made of goose-soft stones.
"Old Grandfather, I didn't expect to meet you here!" Gu Xiaoer finally saw that the elderly man was dressed in simple work clothes, carrying pruning tools—eh, could the old man be the Qiao Family's Gardener?
"Why are you trimming the flowers so late at night?" Gu Xiaoer couldn't help but wonder if the Qiao Family treated their staff poorly, making the old man work late into the night.
