"Stop zoning out, let's eat first!" Zhang Xiaohao said.
"So, you are agreeing to my request?" Ning'er asked.
Her two big watery eyes stared intently at Zhang Xiaohao.
"Looks like I won't be able to enjoy my dinner tonight unless I explain things clearly, right?" Zhang Xiaohao joked with a laugh.
"Mhm." Ning'er nodded vigorously.
"Your grandfather is fine!" Zhang Xiaohao said.
"Ah! What did you say? My grandfather is not dead? Don't tell me you're scared of the Murong Family and deliberately don't want to help me!" Ning'er said.
"You don't believe me?" Zhang Xiaohao asked.
"Mhm." Ning'er nodded.
Zhang Xiaohao didn't explain but took out his mobile phone, found Qing Mian's number, and dialed it directly.
After a while, the phone was answered.
"Lord, what can I do for you?" Came the deep, husky voice of Qing Mian over the phone.
Zhang Xiaohao didn't make a sound but handed the phone over.
Ning'er, struggling to contain her excitement, took the phone with trembling hands.
