Qinghe nodded solemnly, her expression quite serious, "Mhm, you are my grandfather."
Yu Shaozhe couldn't help but burst out laughing; he had never been fond of the Gu Family. Although he knew that compared to many other families, the Gu Family was considered one of the better ones, he still looked down on their style. Seeing Qinghe daring to speak to the old man like that, making him so angry he could jump, Yu Shaozhe couldn't help but admire her even more.
Yu Shaozhe's mother panicked, quickly covered his mouth, and glared at him reproachfully, knowing full well that the old man was on a tirade and yet still daring to touch his sore spot. However, Yu Wei actually gave his son an approving look; the boy was like him, still able to keep such a composure during times like this, which was truly rare. The young man might seem unreliable, but his calculations were sharper than anyone else's, and he knew exactly what was happening; only his mother still treated him like a child.