Ji Shiting wound down the window and let the autumn wind in.
He unbuttoned his shirt and put his right hand on the window. Night had fallen, and the lights shone on his handsome face.
Over the phone, Grandpa Ji voice said, "Why have you become more unfilial after getting married? How long has it been since you last visited me?"
Ji Shiting smiled and said, "Didn't you tell me to enjoy our time together?"
"But the problem is that Shengge is filming in the Film City, and you're on a business trip. How long will it take you two to meet?" Grandpa Ji was furious. "At this rate, when will I get a great-grandson?"
"I'll take Shengge back to the manor to visit you after she gets some rest," Ji Shiting said. "Are you satisfied now?"
"Humph …" Grandpa Ji said coldly. "Don't think I don't know what you're up to. I don't have much raw stones left. I planned to give them to your grandma below, after a hundred years and not give them to you."
