My Poor Grandson (1)

It was a voice message.

Chi Wei paused and lowered her volume.

In the next second, the old man's cries came through the loudspeaker.

She cried so sorrowfully that it was almost touching. There was even a hint of despair and heartbreak. When she cried to the deepest part of her heart, she did not forget to sniffle, as if there was nothing worth staying in this world for.

Chi Wei:

Chi Wei slowly typed a question mark in the dialog box.

Immediately after, Fu Xingyun's voice message came again. Although the crying voice stopped, the faint sobbing tone in the old voice could not be hidden."Weiwei, my poor grandson. He's so young, but he's in such a state. What should I do?"

This time, Chi Wei finally heard an important piece of news:Something happened to Fu Shiyan, and it seemed to be a big deal.

Thinking of this, Chi Wei pursed her lips and pondered for a moment, ""My condolences?"