The three-hour journey was silent all the way, during which Su Jinran answered a few phone calls.

One was from Sophia and the other was from Su Mumu. They just wanted to ask where he was now and when he would be back.

The other thing is the company's affairs, everything that can be suppressed should be suppressed first, and the delayed matters can only be completed by squeezing out time.

Thinking like this, I can't help but feel a little more impatient with Su Qinghe, who has so much to do.

The car got off the highway and turned a few times before entering a small road in the suburbs. After a few turns, it arrived outside a large house.[

It is a very old house, and it is still an ancient wooden structure.

Qinghai Yun took Su Jinran out of the car, and the driver drove away.

It was already approaching noon, and Su Qinghe put on quite a show, and there were quite a few people going out to greet him, all of whom were so-called relatives whom Su Jinran didn't know at all.

There are a lot of aunts and uncles, but there are no uncles.

After all, Su Qinghe only had one son, Su Zhuo, but he ran away with someone when he was young and died in the prime of life. This was nothing more than a blow to the old man.

After all, Su Qinghe only had such a precious son when he was forty years old.

Su Jinran ignored the real or fake voices of concern around him, and without squinting, he went directly to Su Qinghe's study under Qinghai Yun's guidance.

He is here to talk about things, not to be admired. Why is he asking so many people to come back?

Su Jinran was in a bad mood, but his expression was as usual.

Qinghai Yun took him to the room and politely left.

This was not the first time that Su Jinran met Su Qinghe, but it had been quite a long time since the last meeting, more than ten years!

Su Qinghe was sitting next to an ancient bamboo tea table with a complete set of tea sets on it. The boiling tea was filled with white steam, making the old man's face look a bit unreal.

Su Qinghe must be in his seventies this year, and the traces of time can already be seen in the wrinkles on his face.

"sit."

When he saw Su Jinran, he just raised his eyelids and looked at it, raised his chin, and motioned for him to sit down, but his posture was still not small.

Su Jinran didn't say anything and sat down on the sofa in front of him.

The old man lifted the teapot and poured him tea, his voice low and mellow:

"How is your mother's health?"

The sound of tea being poured was loud, which seemed particularly abrupt in the quiet space, and it was even more abrupt when paired with Su Qinghe's sudden question.[

Su Jinran looked at the slender stream of water, her voice was clear and waveless:

"Thanks to you, I'm still healthy."

Su Qinghe looked up at him when he heard this, put the teapot back, and handed him the cup filled with two-thirds of the tea.

"My blessing is not big enough to bless her."

Su Jinran sneered, took the tea cup, but just shook the cup, looking at the water ripples dazzled by him, and stared at it for a while before speaking softly:

"That's true."

Su Qinghe was choked. He was so old that he was blocked by the younger generation at first.

He coughed a little unnaturally and then opened his mouth again:

"What do you want to say to me when you come here this time?"

"Didn't you invite me here?" Su Jinran raised her eyebrows and asked directly.

Well, Su Qinghe was a bit worried about his face, but in fact, he was the one who invited him here.
Chapter completed!