"Little scoundrel!"
The old man was so angry that he almost cursed out loud, his raging fury palpable even through the phone.
"You stop pretending for me. I'm your own grandfather. The position of president you're sitting in now, I stepped down from it back in the day. Whether you're busy during meetings or whether you can answer the phone, those kinds of excuses might fool others, but you dare use them to fool me? I have a bad heart, not dementia!"
"..." Qin Nanyu was at a loss for words.
"You've grown too independent, not telling me anything anymore and even keeping secrets from me. How unlucky am I! I've been longing for a daughter-in-law for so many years, and finally, I get one. Yet my grandson still keeps it from me, afraid that I'd cause trouble..."
The domineering old man suddenly began to beat his chest and stamp his feet in sadness.
As he spoke, it seemed he might even start crying.
