He continued to glare at He Congming: "You could have just messaged my parents privately, instead of talking in the family group."
He Congming looked at He Zhiwen with an innocent face.
Looking at He Congming's expression.
A bad feeling suddenly rose in He Zhiwen's mind.
He always felt that his "grandson" might not be planning anything good!
As expected.
He saw He Congming look down again.
Tapping on his phone.
A few seconds later.
He Congming looked up, showing the content on his phone to He Zhiwen with a defiant look.
"Grandpa, you said it yourself, a younger generation like me can't directly communicate with elders."
"So I can only say it in the group!"
He Zhiwen: "..."
He remembered now.
He had previously dated a girlfriend who was more than ten years older than him.
Afraid that He Congming, that big mouth, would tell his parents nonsense, he came up with this excuse to shut him up.
Unexpectedly now.
He lifted a rock only to drop it on his own foot.
