Early the next morning, Jiang Jingze took Yue Qingqing to the villa where her grandmother currently lived.
Knowing this was a significant matter for the Yue Family, Jiang Jingze sensibly refrained from entering.
He planned to come back later in the afternoon to pick her up.
"Grandma."
Yue Qingqing entered through the gate and found that her grandmother was already up.
Her hair was meticulously groomed, all neatly gathered and pinned at the back of her head.
Her expression lacked the usual leisure, appearing very serious.
"Has he contacted you? What does he want, or is he trying to get something again? How is he now?"
The string of questions revealed Lin Chunju's inner turmoil at that moment.
Yue Qingqing noticed her grandmother's hand holding the cup was trembling slightly.
"It wasn't he who contacted me, it was his son."
Lin Chunju was startled, "My brother's son."
Indeed, everyone's already at this age, and it's only natural that they would have grandchildren.
