Director Zhu hung up the phone and, after much thought, still couldn't contain his irritation. Clutching his cell phone, he rushed outside—
"This Xiaoqi, young and healthy, how could it take so long to fetch a peach?"
As he pondered, he couldn't resist scrolling through his social media feed—great. Old Zhou also didn't seem to have gotten his peaches.
"Hmph, these shameless lot, always relying on my Zu Jun so smoothly. Don't they have their own kids and grandkids?"
But then he thought: "It's still my own ability that counts! My kids are so popular..."
During the short walk, his thoughts twisted into a chaotic mess, uncertain whether to feel proud or annoyed.
Just at that moment, Xiaoqi appeared in front with 4 boxes of peaches!
Looking behind him, there followed other familiar young folks, but they each carried only one box of peaches!
Director Zhu instantly perked up: "Look, look!"
"What was that about?!"
"A granddaughter is still a granddaughter!"
