Thinking of how she had gone to beg Grandpa, and how that old man had hung up the phone without a sliver of mercy, Xia Ru bit her lip until it bled with hatred.
"That old man is too heartless!"
Was it such a big deal that her father had committed some principal mistakes? Did he have to hold on to them forever?
Having that little bit of privilege and not using it sooner, was he planning to take it to the grave?
Seeing Xia Ru with a look of sensitive pain, as if stung to the core, Zhang Qingqing hurriedly explained.
"No, no, I really just came to see you."
A starving camel is still bigger than a horse; even if the Xia Family was in decline, they were not something her family could compare with.
After all, the headquarters of the Xia Family was not here.
Xia Ru glanced at her coldly, feeling slightly more comfortable in her heart.
"Come in first," she said.
Then, the two of them entered the house.
