"Mm!"
Mu Zihao said as he carried his granddaughter over to the sofa to sit down. He first glanced at the chessboard and then looked at his father, "Dad, you're going to lose this one!"
"Shut up!"
The old master looked up and said unhappily.
Mu Zihao immediately refrained from commenting further and instead said to the girl who was clinging to her toy box, "How about Grandpa helps you open it?"
"Mm!"
Huanhuan nodded immediately and started to open the box facing Grandpa.
"Is Old Zhao staying at AM now?"
Feng Fanghua asked.
"Yeah! He refuses to come stay with us no matter what!"
Mu Zihao replied, continuing to help his granddaughter unwrap the box.
"Is he asking you for something? He brought so much stuff this time."
"His wife got a terminal disease, and our family runs a pharmaceutical factory, right?"
This remark drew the attention of the whole family, who all looked towards him.
"There's no cure!"
Mu Zihao said, seeing everyone looking at him, and added another line.
