Ye Jiuliang's lips twitched into a slight smile, "Li Grandpa, I don't have the money to treat you."
Hearing this, Li Grandfather's expression turned odd.
"Hmph," he grunted displeasedly, "Isn't Li Mochan's wallet with you?"
That scoundrel Mohan would surely lay his entire fortune at her feet.
Was it really necessary to cry poverty in front of him just to treat him to morning tea?
"Li Grandpa, you can't just say anything, I'm really poor." Ye Jiuliang almost couldn't help but laugh at the old man's words.
"Fine, I'll treat you, okay?" Li Grandfather said annoyedly.
Ye Jiuliang replied, "Then I shall respectfully comply."
Seeing her hang up the phone, Jiang Yisheng asked, "Are you going out now?"
Ye Jiuliang stood up, gave a slight nod of her head, "Li Grandpa invited me for morning tea; do you want to come along?"
Jiang Yisheng shook his head, "No, you go ahead."