Xiao Ran looked up, left, right, down and last under the table, but she found nothing. With a little hesitation, she muttered: "Must be just my imagination."
"No, it's not," Grandpa Xiao said as a matter of fact tone.
Being creeped out by reality, Xiao Ran hopped up from her chair: "That's not funny Grandpa."
"Why did you help her?" Grandpa Xiao grabbed the telephone and turned the speaker on.
From the other side, they heard a rough voice say: "3% of Fu shares."
Grandpa Xiao looked at Xiao Ran and she shook her head: 'I don't know about any shares.'
Grandpa gave up arguing, as it was a waste of energy. He inquired: "When will be you back?"
"Later," the guest cuts the line right after saying his piece.
"That brat," Grandpa Xiao was shaking so hard in anger that he almost snapped the receiver in his hand. His already wrinkled forehead became even more wrinkled with tension.
