Finally, under Ji Fan's gaze, a look of disdain flashed across Shen Xingmian's face. "Come in."
Ji Fan: "......"
Master Qianmu, seeing his grandson's expressionless face, introduced him to Nanzhi:
"This is my grandson, Ji Fan."
Just as Nan Zhi was about to greet Ji Fan, Shen Xingmian blocked her view.
I sat down beside her and took her hand.
Ji Fan placed the fruit on the table, nodded slightly to Master Qianmu, and said with the same expression, "Grandpa."
Master Qianmu patted the seat next to him, "Sit here."
Ji Fan sat down as instructed.
"Ji Fan, this is my apprentice, Nan Zhi."
Ji Fan glanced at Nan Zhi, his gaze falling on their clasped hands, then nodded to Nan Zhi, "Hello."
Nanzhi nodded slightly without saying anything.
Only she knew that the man was gripping her hand tightly.
Ji Fan knew that Master Qianmu had taken on a disciple, but he didn't know that this person was actually Shen Xingmian's fiancée.
Since Shen Xingmian returned this time, whether intentionally or unintentionally, she has been constantly showing off the ring on her middle finger, as if she is deliberately trying to make the ring stand out.
Song Yiming discovered it and exclaimed in surprise, so Ji Fan also knew that Shen Xingmian had a fiancée.
And now, she turns out to be the talented fashion designer her grandfather had mentioned.
What Ji Fan thought of, Shen Xingmian certainly thought of as well.
Ji Fan's grandfather was an internationally renowned master. Although he had never met him, he understood everything after seeing Ji Fan.
So he glanced at Nanzhi beside him with some surprise.
It seems that Nan Zhi is quite capable, as she has been valued by a master-level figure.
A feeling of pride welled up inside me.
Nan Zhi, however, was pondering a question in her heart, so she raised her head and asked Master Qian Mu:
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