After sending off Mr. Liu and not seeing his figure anymore, Zhang Guoqing chuckled. This old man is really cunning, already wanting to store food. Truly an insightful person.
He hadn't even reached the living room yet and already heard Zhou Jiao educating the child.
"Alright, son knows he was wrong. Isn't that right, son? From now on, if it's someone else's thing, you need their permission before taking it, understand?"
"Grandpa said it was for dad. I heard it."
Hearing this, Zhang Guoqing squatted down in front of Ping'an and patted him, "You're still young and don't understand. He wanted dad to trade a lot of our family's food with him. Dad can't let Ping'an and mom go hungry, right? If dad doesn't agree, then it has to be returned to grandpa."
Ping'an reluctantly handed the box over, "Dad, give it back to grandpa. I don't want it anymore."
