Zheng Tichen and Murong Dawei walked up, surprised to see Wu Tian there.
"Strange. Grandpa, Grandma, how did you end up with him?" Zheng Tichen chuckled.
His tone grated on the old grandmother. Wu Tian had not only saved her husband, but he also bore a striking resemblance to the Founding Prime Minister. For these two reasons, she snapped, "What kind of tone is that? You will address him as 'Mr.,' do you understand?"
Upon hearing this, Zheng Tichen's face changed dramatically. He couldn't understand why his doting grandmother would act this way.
"If you don't behave, Grandma won't love you anymore," the old grandmother declared seriously.
Zheng Tichen's face twitched. He didn't know what had just happened, but the gravity of his grandmother's tone compelled him to lower his head and apologize. "Mr. Wu Tian, I was wrong."
Wu Tian? His surname is really Wu? The same as the Prime Minister's! Could he be a descendant of the Prime Minister?
