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"Very well, very well! Your name is Miaomiao, hmm, that's a nice name." As he looked at Ling Miaomiao, Grandpa Han's demeanor softened, and he smiled benevolently, "You are Xiaoxu's good friend, and if you don't mind, just call me Grandpa Han." Actually, setting aside his initial prejudices, Grandpa Han thought that this girl seemed quite nice after all, and since Xiaoxu himself liked her, and she could even manage someone as grown-up as him, that was good too.
Truth be told, although Grandpa Han was somewhat old-fashioned, he did not mind the idea of a man being managed by a woman; because, during the early days of his career, if it hadn't been for his wife, who had passed on, perhaps there would not be the prosperous Han Family of today.
So, sometimes being afraid of one's wife, being managed by her, is also a form of blessing.
