Old Mr. Hu was ready to depart.
Before leaving, he spoke gently to Song Yunuan, "Little Nuan, I'm going to pick up your Uncle Jinyu first. After dinner, your Grandma Hu will have someone send you back."
Song Yunuan: "Okay, Grandpa Hu."
Old Mr. Hu: "Little Nuan, this place is your home. From now on, don't call me Grandpa Hu or Grandma Hu anymore. I am a year younger than Old Master Ji, you can call me Third Grandpa, and you can call your Grandma Hu Third Grandma."
Little Asheng batted his eyes and immediately called out, "Third Grandpa."
How wonderful, to have another grandpa.
After Old Mr. Hu gave his instructions, he hurriedly walked out.
At the gate waiting for the car, he encountered his jubilant spouse, returning with a sense of accomplishment.
In that moment, Old Mr. Hu's eyes were moist.
If Little Nuan's prophecies were all accurate, in a few hours, his family would be facing ruin and death.
If that really happened.
