"Mr. Qian, how can you have only your grandson?" Zhang Dadan just glanced at him and noticed other suspicions.
Qian Dongcheng cannot be Qian Xinxin's grandson. The Qian Lu he just met did not eat at the restaurant.
Qian Dongcheng, knowing these flaws, his eyes shifted slightly. He said, "My son does not live with me. Xin Xin and I are the only ones in this family!"
Before Zhang Dadan could respond, Liu Zhi foolishly asked, "Wasn't your granddaughter that little girl just now? Why didn't she have breakfast?"
"She... she doesn't like Chinese food. Don't worry about her. Let's eat." Qian Dongcheng followed suit.
Liu Shuwen, without questioning him, picked up the spoon and put it into the bowl, ready to scoop out the porridge.
Zhang Dan had just picked up a small bowl of porridge and smelled an almost imperceptible bitterness.
This bitterness was definitely not what porridge should have, clearly a mixture of various herbs, including toxic ones.
