Qiao Qiao pouted. "No way. It's easier to guess what we young people are thinking. You old people are the ones. You keep your thoughts hidden so tightly that others can't tell at all."
"Oh? Then look. Do I look like I have something on my mind?" Old Master Qiao asked her with a smile.
Qiao Qiao shook her head. "It doesn't look like it."
"Right? Hahaha." Old Master Qiao laughed a few times, but as he laughed, the smile on his face faded a little. He sighed and said calmly, "Actually, there is." Soon, Old Master Qiao waved his hand. "Let's not talk about me. Tell me about you."
Qiao Qiao had thought that she would hear her grandfather take the initiative to chat with her. Obviously, she was thinking too much. Even if she asked her grandfather directly now if he was hiding something from her in dealing with the Bai family, her grandfather would not tell her.
