Qiao Chengxun said expressionlessly, "You'll know in a moment."
Madam Qiao: "..."
Lord Qiao: "..."
Old Master Qiao: "..."
"Which number is Meimei performing at?" Madam Qiao asked again.
Qiao Chengxun still wore a cool and detached expression, paused for a moment, and said, "She'll be up soon."
In fact, he didn't know which performance number she was.
Everyone: ...
Qiao Chengxun calmly picked up his phone and sent Wen Meimei a WeChat message: Which number is your performance?
Almost at the same time, he also received a message.
Rampaging Sister: Why did you have to invite grandpa and my parents over?
Qiao Chengxun curved his lips into a charming smile, a soft light flickered in his eyes, and he directly "handsome-potted" someone.
Chengxun: Qingqing has always been an open book to Grandpa.
Rampaging Sister: I want to change my nanny!
Chengxun: Qingqing belongs to Grandpa, and I'm afraid she'll be with us for life.