The eldest grandson, Gu Xibei, seems calm, but he knows what kind of person his grandson is—he, as the real grandfather, knows best.
He looked at the tightly closed door and sighed heavily in his heart.
Turning around, he returned to the house and glared harshly at the granddaughter who was more trouble than she was worth: "Alright, don't linger here anymore; hurry back to your own home."
Gu Qianqian looked embarrassed: "Grandpa, I really didn't do it on purpose."
Old Master Gu stared at her sharply: "You didn't even know you were being taken advantage of."
Gu Qianqian was anxious: "Grandpa, that's a bit much, isn't it? Wenjuan just mentioned it casually."
Old Master Gu felt even angrier upon hearing his granddaughter's words: "You said it yourself, it's the first time she has contacted you after going to the countryside, and given her current situation, where would she get the extra money to call you?
Why not think it through?
