Murong Ting coughed lightly and said lies with his eyes open: "I'm planning to take a photo."

Murong Yuan hummed: "I know you are reluctant, but don't want to fool me. If you agree, you have to do it."

He turned to a gentle tone: "Xiao Ge'er is still adapting to your living place?"

Murong Ting said sarcastically: "Don't worry, she can't adapt anymore. She learns to cook every day, shops online, and is idle at other times, very free and easy."

This woman's lazy face is so lazy that he must let her grandfather know that she will wake up early.

After listening to the clinker, Murong Yuan was amused: "Yes, this is the life our granddaughter-in-law of the Murong family should live. However, you, a brat, can't bully her too much. Don't you have a nanny? How can you let Xiao Geer cook every day?"

Murong Ting: "..."

Murong Yuan paused for a moment and continued, "By the way, I've heard about the company."

Speaking of this, Murong Ting's expression became a little more serious: "You don't have to worry about the company's affairs, I will handle it."

"Well, this time, it's not big or small. You've seen a lot of storms over the years. I believe you have the ability to handle it well. But..."

Murong Yuan's tone changed, bringing a little bit of a sharp edge that the superiors could not hide: "If the leaked formula was really done by your second uncle, you should correct him and don't worry about me. If you need it, Acheng can transfer it to you."

Acheng is the confidant of the old man. After following the old man for twenty-six years, he took action and there was nothing he could not do.

A warm current passed through Murong Ting's heart: "No need, I can handle it myself. Don't think about anything, it's important to take good care of the disease."

"You don't have to worry too much about my body. Please transfer the people you are looking for Chanyi abroad. At the beginning, it was because she was not easy to check abroad. Now she is back, most of her life."

"Old man, I'm over 70 years old and I'm very satisfied. The only thing I can't let go is probably the matter between you and Xiao Ge'er. I'm afraid that it's my biggest regret if I haven't seen you and Xiao Ge'er yet.

Murong Ting took a deep breath and suppressed the austerity in his heart: "Grandpa, don't talk nonsense, I will definitely find the cicada style. I want to see if I have more grandchildren, so you can take good care of the disease."

"Okay, okay, but the doctor said that this disease also requires a good mood. You should call Xiao Ge over and let me see it together. I am in a good mood. Maybe I will be cured without the need for cicada clothes."

It started again...

Murong Ting lied: "It's so late, she's going to bed early, so don't wake her up. Wait until I take the time to take a photo and send it to you on WeChat."

"Oh, A Ting will feel sorry for others, okay, but you have to remember that the video is not this time, it is reported every day."

Murong Ting: "...Okay."

"Okay, you can do it." After saying that, the old man hung up the video.

Murong Ting knew that the old man was selling miserable to him, but he had no choice.

After all, the old man’s illness is real.

Although he let go of his words, he would definitely find Chanyi.

But the people sent out did not get any valuable news abroad.

If you continue, how long can the old man last?

Murong Ting closed his eyes and opened it for a while.

No matter what, he will work hard until the last moment.

The cicada is the old man’s last hope.

Just then, the phone rang again.

A message popped up on WeChat—

Flowers bloom and wealth: It’s been ten seconds, go and take photos!

Murong Ting: "..."

Taking a deep breath, he suppressed his emotions, with blue veins on his forehead, and pushed open the door of the study and went out.

Every step towards Kong Wange's room was extremely difficult.

After all, he hadn't figured out how to speak up for such a shameful thing.

When he arrived at the door, he found that the door was not closed tightly, and there seemed to be a sound of a hair dryer blowing his hair from inside.

He gritted his teeth and knocked on the door.

There is no echo inside.


Chapter completed!