"Child, I've made you suffer. Grandpa is late."
Only when he saw ruan Mengmeng's teary eyes did a reluctant expression appear in the gray-haired, solemn and stern President of war victory's eyes.
He already knew everything that had happened while he was unconscious. He also knew who had turned the tide, resolutely resisted, and protected the last line of defense when everyone had no way out, when all their strength had been suppressed, when he was on the verge of death and did not have much time left.
His granddaughter, a girl who was not willing to take on the surname Zhan, was indeed the child he had personally chosen.
She was firm, sincere, kind, and had a pure heart.
The old president pushed his wheelchair in front of ruan Mengmeng and grabbed her slightly trembling hands.
Grandpa, please! everyone was staring at her. At such a critical moment, ruan Mengmeng only wanted to feel the real power of her grandfather's hands when he held her.
