Jiang Zhenghong had a good relationship with Zhuang Shaoyang; they were good buddies when they were young. His daughter came, and he casually asked about his current situation.
"Thank you, Uncle, for your concern. My dad's health is quite good. He usually just works and plays some ball," Zhuang Chujiao replied.
Of course, her words were just a polite remark.
She wasn't sure why, but her dad and mom suddenly had a big fight. Mom left in a huff to go back to her own parents' house, and Dad locked himself in a room and refused to come out.
Of course, she had long since gotten used to her parents not getting along. As long as they treated her well, it was all fine.
Jiang Zhenghong nodded, "When your father has time, our two families should get together for a gathering."
"My dad has plenty of time, it's just a matter of finding time on your end, Uncle," Zhuang Chujiao quickly said.
