"Fine, I know you're busy, but if you can come, please do. Your grandpa really misses you, too. If it weren't for his poor health, he might have even gone to Xichuan by now."
At that moment, the phone was snatched away by Wu Xiucai. Although his voice was somewhat hoarse and his energy was not at its best, he was still very happy, "Qingyu, you are amazing, truly amazing. You're now even thinking about staffing Wulong Chemical Factory with talent."
"Grandpa, this is called 'keeping the good stuff within the family.'"
"Hahaha, Qingyu, you indeed have your grandpa's spirit from back in the day. I can rest easy now, no longer worried about having no one to follow in my footsteps."
Standing beside them, Qiao Zhicai proudly straightened his back: Qiao Qingyu was his daughter, his very own cherished daughter!
Wu Xiucai found his demeanor quite amusing.
