"Tea, Mr. Ye Xian."
When he saw what his brother looked like, he couldn't help but eat a meal. Then he said nervously, "My grandfather said he's coming immediately, please don't be angry."
Ye Fengsheng looked, holding Qin Dong in his hands. "Ask what he's going to do about this person."
Hearing the obvious pressure, Qin Chaoyu felt embarrassed. His second brother wasn't usually so impulsive. He didn't expect him to act so quickly. Now he's being led by such an ungrateful person.
In public, it's not just Qin Dong's face, but also the Qin Family's.
But what about her?
Only a fierce chisel responded to the earlier jaw strike without reaction. Now the old consciousness of Qin Dong was hazy, nervously explaining what was in the phone.
In a short time, with three languages and two tongues, people around them were already caught in the storm.
What did Qin Chaoyu just say?
Did he say his grandfather is coming immediately?
Who is his grandfather?
