Xiao Ling is mad in the room with a black face. The old man is so angry. He has talked about it many times. It's obviously nothing. But if he really wants to talk about it, what's the matter? I lost my hair.

"what's the matter? Do you think I can do something about you? " The old man over there didn't care about Xiao Ling's Madness at all. He asked lightly.

"Grandpa, you won." Xiao Ling scolded, but this sentence made him almost smash the communication equipment.

"Oh, my grandson." This sentence came out of the earphone. Xiao Ling was stunned. He thought about what he said just now,...