"Grandpa, to be honest, don't get too optimistic about making Uncle cough up too much money. He'll definitely make every excuse imaginable," Qiao Rui had a clear understanding about this situation.
Elder Qiao chuckled lightly and said, "I'm prepared for that. Even without you telling me, I already figured as much."
"Well, you certainly know your son," Qiao Rui sneered softly.
"No need for sarcastic comments," Elder Qiao shot her a look. "I used to think having more children would bring more blessings, but turns out it's just trouble."
"That's why, Grandpa, you should work on yourself," Qiao Rui said. "Improve your character, accumulate some blessings, or else your descendants will all turn out to be wastrels."
"You just want to roast your grandpa, don't you?" Elder Qiao was long used to this. "But from another perspective, the fact that I've neglected you all these years has actually shaped you into who you are."