Huang Lian looked at a stranger in front of him, dressed in formal clothes, with a very gentlemanly manner and a bit of confusion in his head. "Are you Assistant Zheng?"

Zheng Dong nodded and laughed. "Yes, Grandma, the last time you looked for your husband, the phone called me, and we passed the phone."

While speaking, Zheng Dong took a peek at the young man with a blue and handsome face, and a thin layer of cold sweat oozed from his forehead.

I'm sorry, Young Master Yihang, you can see your concern for young grandma, but you must know that she is your second uncle's wife.

Zhuo Yihang's hands...