When Xiao Shuo heard this, it felt as if his heart had suddenly died.
This question might seem baffling, but he was actually gauging his father's initial reaction...!
Well, now it was clear: Grandpa's initial reaction was to side with Uncle Seven.
"Am I not his grandson too?"
"Grandsons aren't as precious as late-in-life sons!"
Xiao Shuo was speechless. Fine. Not as precious as a late-in-life son.
Reality had yanked him right back.
After hanging up on his father, he directly called the Xiao family's old residence. This time, a maid answered.
Xiao Shuo told her he was looking for Uncle Zhong. Soon, Uncle Zhong came to the phone. "Little Third Master."
"It's me, Uncle Zhong."
"Have you arrived yet? The kitchen has already started stewing the braised pork," Uncle Zhong said politely.
Hearing about the braised pork, Xiao Shuo was suddenly desperate to eat it.
