Xiang Feng instantly understood the old man's meaning, "Just let Anan take care of it more, what's got you uneasy, sir?"
The old man chuckled, "That's the best way."
Xiang Feng politely said, "How about I bring Xiran to visit you someday?"
The old man replied, "I've been feeling unwell lately, afraid I won't take care of things well, maybe later."
Everyone was smart enough to leave it there and after a few polite exchanges, they hung up the phone.
The old man handed the phone back to Huo Jinnan, thinking that the matter was resolved, fearing he might move back again, he soberly spoke, "Don't bother with the Xiang Family's matters. As long as you don't move out, he won't dare do anything."
Huo Jinnan glanced at the old man.
The old man, fearing his thoughts would be seen through, turned his head away.
Huo Jinnan softly said, "Thank you, Grandpa."
The old man sat there, stunned for a moment, was he hallucinating? What did Anan just call him?
