Meng Xinian was silent for a while before he responded.
"Okay."
Chiang Xiao hung up the phone and turned to look at Old Meng. "Grandpa, I've made some porridge. Have some and then get some rest early. No matter what, we need to wait until tomorrow to find out the results before making plans."
Old Meng nodded.
"You're right, I am indeed hungry. Serve me a bowl."
He watched Chiang Xiao's back as she turned to head towards the kitchen and couldn't help but sigh again.
Luckily, Little was here today.
Otherwise, he himself wouldn't have noticed, and Meng Chaojun wouldn't have mentioned his headache to him, while that woman, Duan Qingqing, was truly as senseless as a pig!
And Meng Chaojun was just as much a pig!
Clearly, there had been no relief or improvement in his headaches after her massages, yet just to cajole her, to comfort her, he would insincerely praise her massage skills, claiming his head no longer hurt after her treatments.
Fortunately, Chiang Xiao came.
