Without waiting for Char to answer, he then asked: "Is she remarried now?"

Charl's handsome old face went dark.

I scolded in my heart: What kind of **** to remarry? She hasn't married Lao Tzu yet. Who would dare to marry her except Lao Tzu in this world?

Being questioned again and again, Mr. Char is very unhappy now, he shook his head blankly, "No."

Then he looked at Ji Chicheng’s suspicious face again, and he played the warmth card again, "Cheng, I am your father, and your name is Cheng Char, my son, regardless of his blood type or the physique of low blood sugar. We are all so similar."

"In what way do you think I am not like your father? Or what is wrong with me?"

Can I change it?

Ji Chicheng glanced at him faintly, thinking that I don't think you are like my father, there is nothing good.

He did not speak.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door.

Char turned his head to look at the door, and responded coldly: "Come in."

The door opened and it was the housekeeper of the Char's family. The old man looked anxious and said: "Mr. Char, the kindergarten just called and said...say..."

When he heard about kindergarten, Char immediately thought of it.

He quickly got up, walked to the door, and asked in a low voice: "What's the situation?"

The housekeeper also lowered his voice and replied: "Miss Miao had a fight with other children in the kindergarten, and smashed the head of Mr. Mawson's grandson and shed a lot of blood."

"awesome!"

Hearing that his granddaughter had beaten someone in the kindergarten, Char was not angry but clapped his hands.

housekeeper:"……"

The corners of his mouth twitched twice, and his old man went on to report: "From the monitoring point of view, Mr. Mawson's car is coming in the direction of Char's residence."

"Let him go, he counsels his grandson too."

Charl waved his domineering hand, and then told the housekeeper: "Prepare the car, I'm going to the kindergarten to see if our family is injured."

housekeeper:"……"

...

Ji Anning lay on the heavy iron gate, feeling sad and helpless.

Behind her suddenly came the sound of a ‘bang’ closing the car door. She was taken aback, turned her head instinctively, and looked behind her.

An old man about sixty years old, wearing a neat shirt, walked toward this side angrily.

She knows this old man, Mr. Mawson!

He is a very important court minister of country Y, and he is a rival to Char.

As far as she had witnessed, this was not the first time he came to Char's house in such an angry manner.

Mawson arrived at the gate of Char's yard, but the door was not opened for him. He became even more angry and ordered the guard at the door: "Call me Char."

The guard replied respectfully: "Mr. Mawson, wait a moment, I'll report."

Mawson said, "Open the door for me first."

The guard smiled and replied: "Mr. Mawson, we cannot open the door for you without Mr. Char's permission."

When the old man Mawson heard this, his old face sank again, "You open the door and open it."

At this moment, Char's car drove over at a flying speed, the front of the car was facing Mawson, and it was about to hit the iron gate. He didn't mean to stop.

Mawson was shocked, reacted, and flashed aside.

Char's car was less than half a meter away from the iron gate, braked sharply and stopped.

The door in the middle opened, and Char got out of the car gracefully, in a suit and leather shoes, and handsome.

His gaze swept across Ji Anning first,