Ye Jianguo clutched his chest. He had made others suffer, but he had also made himself suffer.
He sat there with a long face. The nanny at the side looked scared, but she didn’t dare to say anything.
The more ye Jianguo thought about it, the stranger he felt.
They said that Yu Han had called Yan Huan.
How was that possible?
How could he not know how much his granddaughter hated Yan Huan? He would never believe the phone call. But looking at Lei Qingyi, he wasn’t lying.
He knew Lei Qingyi’s character. No matter what, she was still an older child. He wouldn’t use such nonsense to run around in the middle of the night, he even had to break his lock.
The lock on the table was like a slap to his old face.
He walked to the phone, took the phone, and called Sun Yuhan. As long as Sun Yuhan said she was going to act, he rarely called her. Every time, it was Sun Yuhan who contacted him.
