Waiting precisely for these words, Madam Jiang's face brimmed with smiles, "These are your words, so hurry up and find one."
Receiving his own father's amused smile, Jiang Yisheng nodded helplessly.
A "ding" sounded, and the telephone beside them rang.
Jiang Yisheng reached for the phone. Whatever the person on the other end said, his gaze couldn't help but drift towards Madam Jiang.
"Alright, I know. Please let them in."
"Asheng, who has come?" Jiang Hai did not miss the way his son's eyes kept looking toward the old lady and asked gently.
"My cousin's father is here," Jiang Yisheng said.
The grandmother had never liked Old Master Li, especially after learning that her daughter's death was related to Li Shaohui and others, her hatred for the Li family had grown even stronger.
As expected, upon hearing that Old Master Li had come to visit, Madam Jiang's smile vanished instantly, and her tone became stern, "What is he doing here?"
