Zongzheng Jie was impressed.
Such a cliché tactic he still employed.
Hearing that Grandpa was ill, Li Jinghang looked over at him while holding his father's phone, a worried expression on his face.
Why had he suddenly gotten ill?
Not getting a response from his dad, he was about to say that he had already entered the Zongzheng Residence when the phone was suddenly snatched away.
Huo Sichen answered the person on the line, "If Grandpa is ill, he should see a doctor. What's the use in finding Xiaojing?"
Zongzheng Jie: "..."
He was on speaker.
The old master also heard his grandson's words, angry enough to blow his beard and glare!
How hard it was to see his great-grandson just once!
He desperately signaled his son with his eyes, and Zongzheng Jie, with no choice, held his forehead, "He's quite ill, your grandpa wants to see the kid. Otherwise, I'll take a trip to Imperial City and bring Xiaojing to stay in the Imperial Capital for a couple of days?"
Huo Sichen: "No need."
