82: C82 Red String

C82 Red String

"Lin Cheng?"

Ling Xueyi's parents immediately recognized Lin Cheng. After all, Lin Cheng had a good relationship with their daughter and had met him a few times.

"Grandpa, uncle, aunt, how are you?"

Lin Cheng smiled and greeted everyone.

"Grandpa, it's your birthday today. I wish you a happy birthday, good health, and everything will be fine. If there's nothing else, I'll leave first. My parents are still waiting for me to go back for dinner."

After saying that, Lin Cheng took the opportunity to slip away. After all, the atmosphere was too weird to stay here any longer.

"Wait a minute!"

Ouyang Zhaoyang quickly stopped Lin Cheng.

"Grandpa, what else do you want?"

Lin Cheng squeezed out a smile.

"Young man, did you really play the piano just now?"

"Yes."

Lin Cheng nodded honestly.

"How old are you this year?"

"Sixteen, almost seventeen."

Although he did not understand why Old Man Ouyang asked about his age, Lin Cheng still answered honestly. After all, Ling Xueyi also knew about his age.

"Less than seventeen. Ha, hahaha, what a young hero! A young hero!"

Ouyang Zhaoyang's eyes twitched, then he raised his head and laughed loudly. His eyes flickered with gratification, but also with a trace of disappointment and frustration.

"If there's nothing else, I'll leave first."

Lin Cheng took the opportunity to slip away. With the help of the Fleeing Technique, everyone had already lost sight of Lin Cheng before they could react.

"You, stop right there!"

Ling Xueyi saw Lin Cheng turn around and run, so she chased after him immediately. But by the time she chased after him, Lin Cheng had already disappeared without a trace. Ling Xueyi could only angrily return to the villa.

In the villa, the lights had all been turned on. Grandfather, Ouyang Zhaoyang, quietly sat by the side. Grandfather did not make a sound, and neither his parents and uncle and aunt dared to make a sound. The room was silent.

"Xue Yi, I heard you call him Lin Cheng just now. Do you know him?"

Ouyang Zhaoyang raised his head and looked at his granddaughter, Ling Xueyi.

"Yes, I know him. He is my classmate."

Ling Xueyi nodded.

"Did you invite him?"

Ouyang Zhaoyang continued to ask.

"It was me who invited his grandfather."

Ouyang Nannan said.2

"You?"

Ouyang Zhaoyang turned his head and looked at his granddaughter.

"He is my piano teacher. The piano teacher recommended by my aunt was temporarily absent, so I asked the piano teacher to replace him."

Ouyang Nannan simply introduced him.

"Xue Yi, Nannan, listen carefully. Grandpa will definitely not harm you! Tell me honestly, do you have any feelings for him?! Don't be shy, just tell me what you really think! "

Ouyang Zhaoyang suddenly spoke with a very serious expression.

"Dad, what are you talking about?! Xue Yi and Nannan are still students. Now they naturally have to prioritize their studies. How can they be distracted because of this?!"

Ling Xueyi's mother, Ouyang Lan, saw that her daughter and niece looked embarrassed and quickly said.

" What do you know!? I'm doing this for their own good!"

Ouyang Zhaoyang glared at his daughter, then looked at Ouyang Nannan and Ling Xueyi again.

"This..."

Ling Xueyi and Ouyang Nannan looked at each other and both of their faces were red. After all, girls were thin-skinned and in front of their parents and relatives, how could they have the nerve to say such words.

"Okay, I understand."

Ouyang Zhaoyang looked at his granddaughter and granddaughter and got the answer from their expressions.

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