Qin Xiu played the family card with the two children, telling them, "Qing, Chaochao, this is the grandpa I've always told you about, quickly call him grandpa."
The two children obediently called, "Grandpa."
The girl, being more lively, stepped forward trying to grab Old Mr. Qin's hand: "Grandpa, I'm Qing. Mom talks about you to me and my brother when we're in the Capital City, I'm so happy to see you this time. I prepared a gift for you… Achoo… Achoo… Where's the gift."
No one can dislike a child, the coldness in Old Mr. Qin's eyes dissipated somewhat but quickly returned.
He's seen all kinds of storms, having served two terms as Prime Minister, the political machinations were all too clear to him.
He could see right through his daughter's little tricks.
The old man didn't withdraw his hand, he said, "Children are innocent, as parents, don't calculate too harshly, it only makes me think you're more despicable."
