Kensington Mansion.

Grandpa Kensington was fully engrossed in painting, his strokes flowing like clouds, his penmanship like smoke.

Seeing that Grandpa Kensington looked a bit tired, the butler hurried over with a cup of herbal tea.

Seated in the rosewood chair, Grandpa Kensington became lost in thought again.

"Old master, I heard Miss Saxon has returned," the butler suddenly spoke up.

"Oh? When did this happen? That kid never mentioned it to me," Grandpa Kensington replied, still trying ...