Looking at the very affectionate smile of Zhang Fugui, anyone would see him as humoring various capricious granddaughters, and he appeared to be a good grandpa.
Zhang Yu snorted coldly in his heart; even in this current situation, they hadn't given up on making her follow their predetermined path.
"Well, thank you, Grandpa, but I think I will certainly work very hard." She clenched her fist, cheering herself on.
Watching Zhang Yu's childlike expression, everyone laughed, but as for their inner thoughts, only they knew.
The business was settled, and Zhang Yu intended to leave, but Zhang Fugui called after her, "Little Yu, you're about to take your college entrance exams and you're a big girl now."
"The things your father left behind should be handed over to you too." Although Zhang Fugui was dissatisfied with Zhang He not following his lead, he felt quite regretful remembering his capable eldest son who died young.
