He left after sending the stuff.
"So called me just to make me look good?" Su Ji asked calmly.
In the past, Zhang Guihua had no qualms with her words and was especially mean. If she did not suffer all these insults, her granddaughter would not be able to calm down. She choked but still smiled. "I'm worried about you. Isn't today the Qingming Festival? The Pei family had to sweep the graves during the Qingming Festival, right? Grandma is afraid that you will have a conflict with the Pei family because of this."
"What conflict?" The printer stopped working and spat out the last piece of A4 paper. Su Ji casually threw her phone to the side, tidied up all the printed things, and found a bag to put them in.
Zhang Guihua's vision turned to the ceiling of the Pei family's study. She couldn't see her granddaughter, but she heard the sound of plastic bags.
