Bu Qingqing tactfully carried the little young master away, anticipating that the old master and the young master had things to discuss, and with the little one crying like that, it would be hard to talk.
Very soon, the room quieted down, and Old Master Qiao approached the bedside.
Although Wen Meimei couldn't see, she could hear footsteps.
She slightly raised her head toward where the footsteps stopped and called out, "Grandpa."
As soon as she called, Qiao Chengxun shoved a mouthful of porridge into her mouth, his actions a bit rough, as if he was venting against someone.
Wen Meimei raised her eyebrows slightly, what was King of Hell Qiao trying to do?
Before Old Master Qiao could speak, Qiao Chengxun said coldly, "Meimei, remember I told you long ago to beware of an old fox?"
"Cough, cough, cough..." Wen Meimei choked before she could swallow the porridge.
