"What's wrong?" The old master looked at her, a face of shock, yet his expression was leisurely.
After sitting down, he surveyed the pot of mint on her table and leaned in to smell it. That the mint was still alive in her room was indeed no small feat.
Someone who couldn't even keep a cactus alive had actually taken good care of this pot of mint.
"Is this our family's household registration book?" Tang Wan's voice trembled slightly, incredulous as she looked at her own grandfather.
Jiang Jinsang hadn't hung up the phone, and at the mention of the household registration book, his eyes lit up.
Tang Wan, clutching the dark red booklet in astonishment, wondered if he had come knocking on her door in the dead of night, acting like a thief, just to deliver this household registration book to her?
