The rumors of old Mr. Wen's increasingly violent nature also spread like wildfire in Jin capital.
Now that he had finally found his long-lost grandson, how could old Mr. Wen not be excited? how could he not want to see him soon?
Unfortunately, seventh uncle knew very well that Mr. President might not let old Mr. Wen see him ...
It was precisely because seventh uncle understood Wen zhunhuai's intentions that he did not dare to agree to old Mr. Wen's request.
Seventh uncle waited nervously, but there was no movement from that side for a long time.
"Old master, are you still there?" he called out uneasily.
Buzz, buzz, buzz. Who knew that the phone would actually hang up in the next second?
Seventh uncle wiped the sweat from his forehead with lingering fear and slowly let out a breath.
He hurriedly put his phone back into his pocket and was about to return to the second floor when he saw old Mr. Wen walking towards the living room with a walking stick.
