South Grant widened her eyes, staring at the young man.
At this moment, her heart was in turmoil.
Could it be that this person... is actually "The Recluse"?
Just as South Grant was in turmoil, Nathan Foster walked over and sat opposite the young man.
"You really have the same taste as always," Nathan said.
"No other place tastes right, only this one is good," he said while picking up dumplings from the plate.
Nathan glanced at the plate in front of him, nodded, and said, "I can see that."
South Grant watched this scene, dumbfounded.
The young man turned his head to look at South Grant, then raised an eyebrow and asked Nathan:
"Is this clueless kid yours?"
"Ahem... yes, mine." Nathan was reluctant to claim her.
"Hmm, not bad. Bowing quite skillfully." The young man looked up and down at South Grant, then continued, "When you're planning to have kids, make sure to give her some brain supplements. Otherwise, if she takes after her, you'll have a lot to worry about."
