The old man had died in the middle of the night, it was past two in the morning, meaning it was less than two hours ago.
No one had discovered he was dead.
Only the old man himself knew he had died.
In life, his greatest worry ultimately was that his granddaughter would not find a good match.
The old man had stared at Jiang Beiyu's face for a long time, then started muttering, "Nanzhi said having money means bagging a handsome man, but this handsome, I wonder if it's Nanzhi's type?"
Jiang Beiyu: "..."
He tried hard to pretend he couldn't see this nagging ghost, enduring an ordeal only the ghost could know about during the brief elevator journey.
Such a headache.
Jiang Beiyu wasn't in the mood to argue with the old man, perhaps out of habit, he even found ghosts somewhat endearing now, except of course, this one trying to set him up with someone.
From the old man's words, it seemed he even wanted him to marry into the family.
Jiang Beiyu: Screw this.
