The boy wasn't joking.
He had completely inherited Gong Jue's character of talking less and doing more. He meant what he said.
His big and bright eyes seemed to hold the stars in the sky. His short legs supported him as he jumped down from the sofa and said clearly, "Grandpa, the first step we have to figure out is where else they will date. The second step is to ruin their date. The third step…"
Gong Qing's eyes lit up. "Son of a b*tch! As expected of my biological grandson! You're all orderly when it comes to doing things. Oh, not bad! The third step is naturally to use a stack of money to deter that ungrateful and delusional woman who wants to be a gold digger! Let her get lost!"
The boy shook his finger in disapproval, "Grandpa, this trick of yours is too old. It's no longer popular now, and no stupid woman will fall for it. They will say, is your son only worth tens of thousands of dollars?"
