"My mom's got pancreatic cancer and just had surgery. Although it was caught early and hasn't spread, it's an old lady's wish. Can we meet the child?"
Ages three to eleven, seven or eight years, and now you talk about the bond between grandparents and grandchild?
Qi Qi didn't care what disease that old hag had and bluntly refused Wen Qiang.
"Didn't you remarry and have a child? Your family isn't lacking grandchildren, why insist on my son? Sorry, no meeting. My son doesn't have grandparents. I raised this child myself, never saw them once during holidays, even during the confinement period, it was my mom who took care of me. Those two old folks happily went traveling, while I'm holding a grudge, can't be reconciled. They think they can claim a respectable grandson out of nowhere, they're dreaming!"
With a snap, Qi Qi hung up the phone, even blocked Wen Qiang's number, not giving him a chance to respond.
