The man was unhappy that his dainty wife had run away.
When he heard old Madam Li's voice from behind, he turned around with a cold expression, raised his brows, and looked at old Madam li with dark eyes.
The old lady's heart clenched when she saw her eldest grandson's sinister gaze.
However, the good thing was that in the next second, the maliciousness in li junyu's eyes disappeared a little.
"What else?" he asked coldly. Grandma was at the side just now, so she should have heard it clearly."
Old Madam li was speechless.
So, she didn't mishear him just now.
That girl had really said that the presidential palace was her home.
"Then the grandfather she was talking about is Yingluo," old Madam li asked subconsciously.
It must not be what she was thinking. No, it was impossible.
Everyone knew that the battle armor's President only had one son, Zhan Yang. Zhan Yang had passed away at a young age and had left behind two children with Duan xiuhui.
