Chu Jiang was using his phone to call Song Wan. After calling for half a day—at first, he could still reach her. After a while, she turned off her phone.
What was going on? Chu Jiang stared at his phone; the older he got, his temper would get fierier.
One could not deny that when one got obsessed with something, it would really change one's life.
"Lao Chu, why did you stop playing?" His good friend came over and sat down. "Were we not playing just fine just now?"
"I'll go in a while. Something cropped up." Chu Jiang laughed casually. He did not have much mood to play golf now.
"Oh, right." The person sitting beside Chu Jiang laughed along. "Do you have a photo of your granddaughter? Let me take a look. Your granddaughter is getting prettier and prettier; can you let her be my granddaughter-in-law?"
