"The treasure kept for last?"
Granny Qiao was startled by Qiao Zhenbang, staring fixedly at her most beloved eldest grandson.
Suddenly, she noticed that the grandson she had always been so proud of had become somewhat unrecognizable.
Especially at this moment, his eyes were blood-shot, his beard unkempt, and his appearance was shambolic, resembling someone who had been fooling around somewhere for days and nights.
Granny Qiao, who had seen much and knew a lot, suddenly had an image come to mind —
A rich heir from the Provincial City, a profligate and worthless gambler, having squandered his family fortune, still hoping to turn the tables, even going so far as to try to yank the gold earrings from his own mother's ears in the street as his gambling stake.
His mother's earlobes were torn and blood poured out profusely.
