The next day, Song Bingyun hesitantly said to Song Tieli early in the morning, "Dad, I thought about it a lot last night, and I feel that I should still help Grandpa."
"Not only have I started a pharmaceutical factory, but I have also become the head of the Pharmaceutical Alliance. Grandpa has nothing, and he must be feeling awful."
"After all, he is our family, and I can't bear it."
Liang Rulan rolled her eyes and said, "This old man doesn't know right from wrong, it serves him right. Why would you still want to help him?"
"Enough, do you have to talk like that?"
Song Tieli glared at Liang Rulan and after a moment of thought, said, "Bingyun is right, after all, he is my real father as well as your grandfather."
"Let's just forgive him this time."
"By the way, how do you plan to help him?"
Song Bingyun replied, "Dad, I have prepared two options for Grandpa to choose from."
