Old Man Gong was listening to these words from the stairs. He looked at Xiao Yingying, and the more he looked at her, the more he felt that Xiao Yingying was very much like Gong Yi. In the beginning, when Xiao Yingying was pulling on his trouser leg on the street, he had a warm feeling of throbbing, so this kind of feeling was blood thicker than water.
Old Man Gong really liked Xiao Yingying. Just an hour ago, he had lamented that it was hopeless for him to get a grandchild. He did not expect his Xiao Yingying to be already grown up.
Old Man Gong thought of Gong Yi's last words. If Xiao Yingying knew that he had tried to break up her parents, would Xiao Yingying still like him as a grandfather?
Oh my god, Old Man Gong did not dare to think about it.
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Soon, it was evening. The servants prepared a sumptuous dinner. Madam Gong went to carry Xiao Yingying. "Yingying, come. Let's go eat dinner."
