Qiao Qiao came back to her senses and looked up. She didn't know if it was her imagination, but at this moment, she actually felt that Qiao Jingmo looked very gentle.
Sure enough, she had seen a ghost.
The next second, Qiao Jingmo reminded her coldly, "Come here and greet Grandpa."
Qiao Qiao was unconvinced by Qiao Jingmo's appearance. But what could she do?
She couldn't beat him.
She could retort but didn't dare to.
She could only obediently go over and greet the old man who appeared on the screen. "Grandpa."
Old Master Qiao looked at his granddaughter, whom he had not seen for three years, and his smile was as bright as a child's. "Little Guigui."
Qiao Qiao looked at the old man. "How has Grandpa been?"
Mom said that Grandpa was in good health and would have no problem living to a hundred years old, but why did he look so haggard on the curtain?
