Shen Qingqing wanted to be alone and insisted on not calling the Northwest. Madam Jiang was at a loss and could only return to the compound.
"Has Zhixun called back?"
The old man was reading the newspaper in the living room. "Not a darn call! That kid is becoming more and more outrageous. Qingqing is sick, and he doesn't care, yet he dares to bring up remarriage. Such shamelessness!"
Madam Jiang instinctively spoke up for her son.
"He's probably gone for closed training. Once he's done, he'll definitely call."
The mere mention of his unreliable grandson made the old man feel blocked in his heart.
"Did Qingqing remember Zhixun today?"
"No."
"Serves him right!"
When he hears this news, that boy will surely cry his heart out!
Madam Jiang hesitated for a moment, sat next to the phone, and dialed the number to the Northwest once again.
…
At the same time, Jiang Zhixun was attending Chen Shaojie and Shi Yu's wedding.
They were making their vows in front of friends and family.
