Cen Tiong’s sloppy voice sounded, and he walked in slowly, his always lazy fox eyes filled with a little coldness, and his voice was cold, “Grandma Fu, you don’t have to worry about listening to things, I will take care of it.”
Cen Juan has been smart since he was a child. Mrs. Fu sent him abroad for several years for further study. Although he did not know what Cen Juan did outside, Mrs. Fu knew that Cen Juan was capable.
She would look at Cen Tire, she didn’t know what to say, and sighed quietly, “Then… let you go.”
She is just old-fashioned and accustomed to thinking about the overall situation. She doesn’t mean to force anyone away. This will calm down, but she feels a little regretful in her heart.
After all, I am old and don’t understand the young people’s thinking.
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