Cough cough.
Jiang Ye's lips twitched involuntarily before he said with a laugh,
"Grandpa, you're not that petty, are you?
People say that a prime minister's belly should be big enough to sail a ship, but for you, it's not just a ship—there's plenty of room for a submarine."
Pfft—
Lu Jing almost couldn't help but laugh out loud, but fortunately, she managed to cover her mouth just in time.
Since the car had already stopped, Jiang Ye leaned back in his seat and, without forgetting, played with the woman's hand in his palm,
"Grandpa, you agree, don't you?"
How was the old man supposed to respond to that?
Admitting it wasn't right, and denying it wasn't right either.
"You little rascal, are you really bullying an old man here?"
Oh my.
When he couldn't win the argument, he started to play the age card, huh?
"Grandpa, I know you want to talk about Jiang Qiu's issue; she's your adopted daughter and has nothing to do with me.
If she doesn't provoke me, I'll let it slide.
