When Old Sir Jin apologized in a voice like a mosquito, Jin Chunting's suspicion reached its peak.
He was indeed too tired lately, he should find some time to relax.
"Don't just stand there, quickly sit down and eat."
Jin Jing hurriedly pulled his son over.
Jin Chunting stumbled, confirming that this was no illusion.
Tuanzi was absorbed in the braised duck leg. This was something Jin Chunchao specially bought for her.
If her hands and mouth were free, she would definitely be clapping her hands and loudly demanding, "Apologize again, I couldn't hear clearly!"
After Old Sir Jin apologized, he pretended to eat calmly, glancing at Jin Chunting once in a while, or at Tuanzi, who might reveal the truth.
He really didn't want his grandson to know about this, but there was absolutely no way he could control Tuanzi. This young girl was small but she had her own opinions and was hard to handle.
