Julian Sia's eyes flashed unnaturally, not expecting Claire to come back early today and to have listened to the old man's words.
Claire Green glanced at the man's expression and chuckled lightly, "Is my big brother silently agreeing by not saying anything?"
Hearing this.
Julian Sia was at a loss for words, "The old man just speaks without a filter, don't mind him, Claire."
The elder on the side was eagerly watching his grandson struggle, suddenly hearing that remark, he was instantly displeased.
Just as he was about to retort, he caught the man glancing at him vaguely, and instantly, the elder swallowed his words back.
The elder cleared his throat slightly, regaining a stern face, "I am this brat's grandpa, and since you're living here too, you might as well call me grandpa like him."
Claire Green's fingers rubbed slightly in her pocket, her calm eyes looking at the man, the meaning in her eyes was obvious.
How come you never told me your grandpa was coming?
