"Stir."

Xu Lingjun rubbed his son's little head, and then looked at Xu Jingyou.

"That's my grandpa, let's call him grandpa."

"grandfather!"

Although Xu Ziran was confused, he followed his father's instructions and shouted obediently.

"good!"

"good!"

The word 'grandpa' completely broke Xu Jingyou's psychological defense, and he nodded with a flushed face.

Then he stretched his legs and took out a wallet from his suit pocket.

Opening his wallet, Xu Jingyou took out all the knives in his wallet without even counting them.

"Shenran, come here, take the New Year's money that grandpa gave me."

"Take it."

Xu Ziran looked at the dollar bills in front of him with a confused look.

Is that money?

Liar!
Chapter completed!