Zhang Fugui thought Zhang Jiang was just speaking casually. Now that he had fallen out with Zhang Hai, shouldn't this son be trying to prove himself somehow?
After all, he had taken quite a few valuable things from the old house, and he still had some businesses in his hands. How could Zhang Jiang not want them?
Unexpectedly, ever since he moved into the nursing home, apart from holidays, Zhang Jiang seldom showed up.
Whenever asked, he was always busy expanding the market outside, building office buildings and malls, and renting out factories, which one could imagine must yield a good income annually.
Zhang Jiang hardly made appearances, but every day he would make a call to ask about his condition. Beyond that, there was nothing more.
As for Zhang Yu, due to the time difference, being able to make a call once a week was already good. He knew this granddaughter was doing well overseas, seemingly becoming a big shot in economic law.
