Qi Zhenbai answered the phone.
Zhu Bocheng's familiar voice rang out. "Zhenbai, I really didn't do it on purpose. Back then, I didn't expect the bag of rice which Sister Shuyan gave to me to be so precious. I didn't even see the rice before my mother sent it to my grandma. You know about my grandma's terminal illness. I guess my mom thought about my grandma's poor appetite, so she sent that bag of rice to her. Who would have thought that after my grandma ate that bag of rice, not only was she rejuvenated, her terminal stomach cancer was also f*cking cured."
