Cedric frowned when he saw his granddaughter, still in a traditional dress, standing barefoot on the ground in the winter. “Esmeralda, it's almost minus 32 degrees now. Why are you barefooted and not wearing enough clothes? Aren’t you afraid of catching a cold?”

Esmeralda said, “Grandpa, this is called getting close to the natural Chi. It’s a kind of cultivation. I feel nothing in this little cold.”

She deliberately stomped her feet on the ground and circled.

Although she pressed her incomparably fair, smooth feet on the ground, her soles were still spotless.

Now, Cedric sincerely loved this granddaughter, who had become more enchanting as she grew up.

As long as she was comfortable, he would say nothing about her. “I have to go to California for an urgent matter. When I come back, we need to have a proper chat.”

Esmeralda’s eyes gleamed. “Grandpa, what are you going to California for?”

Cedric did not think much about it. While walking, he said, “I’m meeting an old friend’s son.