Old Xiong gracefully put down his cup.
"Zhi'er, it's rare for you to visit me. Have a seat. Zhou Min, serve some snacks for Zhi'er."
"Yes, Master."
While Zhou Min ordered the servants, Xiong Zhi bowed to express her thanks and sat across Old Xiong.
Old Xiong knew that if he let his granddaughter speak first, then they would be talking only about business until the end. So he initiated the conversation.
"How are you doing these past days? You rarely spent your time at home. We barely see each other. This old bone of mine cannot visit you in IHZHI and can only wait for you to be filial. Are you waiting for me to die before you finally remember me?"
Old Xiong had a natural intimidating aura and it was already a habit of his to speak with fierceness. Even though his tone was laid with sulking and jealousy, it was overridden with his sharp and intimidating voice.
Zhou Min coughed. He gave a signal to the old man and blinked.
