The study was large, with a desk set by a window that made up an entire wall of floor-to-ceiling glass.
Huo Zongtao was seated behind the desk, backlit by the sunlight, sitting on a leather chair. The afternoon light scattered through the window, casting a gentle glow on him, yet it offered not the slightest bit of warmth.
Dominant, unyielding, a man even sunlight could not warm.
"Grandfather."
Huo Siyu walked slowly over and stood in front of the desk.
A pair of pitch-black eyes, like an ancient well, undisturbed by ripples.
His voice detached and indifferent, the tone incredibly calm, almost devoid of any emotion.
Huo Zongtao quietly observed him, his youthful and handsome face, his especially silent demeanor, his undisturbed tone. The less expression he showed, the more it revealed his anger.
Huo Siyu...
His grandson, the only child of his eldest son, whom he personally raised and educated.
Yet... he still did not resemble him.
