"What, what, what... what did you say?" Zuo Han almost choked on his own saliva.
A few of his old comrades who came with him were also surprised and gathered around, bombarding him with questions.
"Old Zuo, you have a grandson?"
"I must say you've kept this very well-hidden! To think you have a grandson and none of us comrades knew anything about it!"
"You have your own grandson, so why does it bother you every time you see mine unable to walk?"
Zuo Han wiped the sweat that had burst forth frantically, a face full of injustice, "Don't talk nonsense, Xin Yao's wife doesn't even exist, how could he possibly have a son?" He was almost dying of worry, seeing Xin Yao mingling with that prodigal son of the Huo Family.
He greatly feared that one day his son would lose hope and settle for a life with Huo Kewei, what then?
