C182 First Conversation Between Father and Son

A trace of displeasure appeared on his forehead as he directly picked up the phone.

He did not say anything, but on the other end of the phone, a young and tender voice sounded, "Da Jiang'er, will you come to see me today?"

Luo Hanshang frowned, "Who are you?"

The child on the other side of the phone immediately retorted, "Who are you? Why are you holding Da Jiang'er's phone, the Da Jiang'er?"

Luo Hanshang was displeased: "I asked first, so you answer first."

"My mother said that you can't casually tell others who I am. So, you have to tell me who you are first before I can tell you who I am."

Luo Hanshang raised his eyebrows. Brat, you seem to be very alert. "I'm Ning Jiang's husband."

"Liar, Da Jiang'er doesn't have a husband."

Luo Hanshang frowned: "You are very familiar with Ning Jiang?"

"Of course, we are very familiar with each other. When I grow up in the future, I will marry the Da Jiang'er."

Luo Hanshang laughed disdainfully, a brat that had yet to finish his words actually dared to steal his woman?

"She won't marry you. She's mine."

"She will," Chuchen yelled unhappily. "She isn't yours, she's mine."

"Mine." Luo Hanshang remained calm.

"Mine!" Chuchen shouted in anger.

Luo Hanshang snorted, "Mine."

Chuchen was thoroughly enraged, and shouted: "What are you called, I want to challenge you."

"Luo Hanshang."

"I have not heard, no one that Da Jiang'er has ever told me about is someone who is close to her. When I grow up, I want to fight you one on one, and before I grow up, you are not allowed to hold Da Jiang'er's phone anymore, do you hear me, Luo Hanshang. "

Luo Hanshang smiled. He was a little curious, whose family's child was this?

Just as he was about to say something, a busy tone came from the other end of the phone.

This kid, hung up?

Fu Family, Fu Zishu held the phone that he hung up from, and looked down at Chuchen.

Chuchen was unhappy: "Little Dad, why are you hanging up my phone, I'm issuing a challenge right now."

"Who are you challenging? What's his name?"

"Luo Hanshang."

Fu Zishu was shocked, "Are you sure?"

"Yeah, when I asked him what his name was, he said that he was Luo Hanshang."

Fu Zishu frowned: "This man, why is he holding your mother's phone?"

He looked at the time. It was morning.

Could it be that this damn girl, Ning Jiang, had gotten entangled with Luo Hanshang again?

Or could it be that Luo Hanshang was pestering Ning Jiang again?

Just as he was in a daze, Chuchen said: "Little Dad, give me your cell phone, I want to continue challenging."

Fu Zishu rubbed Chuchen's head: "That man called Luo Hanshang, you must stay away from him from now on, because he isn't friendly to Da Jiang'er at all, understand?"

"But he said, he's Da Jiang'er's husband."

Fu Zishu shook her head: "Da Jiang'er is beautiful, many people want to marry her. It's understandable that he wants to be her husband, right?"

Chuchen nodded his head, "That's right, only then will I be able to be the husband of the Da Jiang'er."

Fu Zishu laughed, then said as if he thought of something: "Did you tell him who you are?"

"I said it already, my name is Chuchen."

"No, Little Dad's meaning is, did you tell him that you are Da Jiang'er's son?"

Chuchen shook his head calmly, "Didn't you say that you shouldn't let anyone know that I am the son of the Da Jiang'er?

Fu Zishu relaxed a little and rubbed Chuchen's head: "Brat, good job, Little Dad will bring you to the amusement park to play with later on."

"Really?"

"Why would I lie to you?" He said, "Go find Auntie and change. We're going out right now."

Chuchen ran upstairs happily to find his aunt.

Fu Zishu frowned. Fortunately, Chuchen didn't say anything.

But... Luo Hanshang probably would not suspect anything.

Tch, this Ning Jiang, how did he give his phone to Luo Hanshang?

He was really curious. What kind of accident had happened that he did not know about?

Looks like I really can't let Chuchen call Jiang Er again in the future.

Ning Jiang was a little surprised when he arrived in front of Ning Changhao's grave.

If it weren't for the fact that her father's picture was still on the tombstone, she would have thought she had found the wrong place.

Dad's grave had been mended.

The surrounding area even had the appearance of a small courtyard, and from the looks of it, it seemed to be rather grand.

But she was puzzled.

All these years, she hadn't come back, and her mother definitely wouldn't do such a thing.

That... Who else would come here to help his father fix the cemetery?

She withdrew her suspicions and decided to call the administrator later.

Looking at the picture of her father, she squatted down and put down the fruit basket and the flowers.

"Dad, miss me. In the years I've been gone, my life has changed a lot. I became a mother, and I also have my own little softness. Your grandson is a very likeable spirit, with a sweet mouth that loves me a lot. All these years, because I had him, my life has not become so boring."

She knelt in front of the tombstone and muttered to herself for a long time.

When it was almost noon, Ning Jiang finally arrived late.

She got on the car, Luo Hanshang saw that she was covered in perspiration, and immediately raised the temperature to a few degrees.

She looked around, took her bag from the backseat, and looked for her cell phone.

Luo Hanshang asked: To whom?

Ning Jiang flipped through his phone and said: "An administrator of the cemetery."

"What's the matter?"

"Yeah, someone fixed my dad's grave. I want to ask who did it."

Luo Hanshang calmly replied: "Just ask me."

Ning Jiang had not even found the number yet, when she turned to look at him in shock.

"I was the one who arranged for the cultivation. It looked a little shabby like before, completely unlike my father in law, Luo Hanshang."

Ning Jiang was speechless, "You really know how to make your own decisions."

But wait, son-in-law?

"Every time I come here and see how chaotic it is, I feel like it will affect my father-in-law's mood. You know, I like to pursue perfection."

Ning Jiang looked at him. "You come here often?"

"Every year, I come to pay my respects to the ancestors. As your daughter, you can't possibly leave the elders to be left out, right?"

Hearing his words, Ning Jiang felt a wave of gratitude in her heart. "Thank you."

He pointed to her phone: "Just now, Chuchen called you."

Hearing the two words Chuchen, Ning Jiang's heart rose to his throat.

She looked at him, and nervously swallowed her saliva: "Chuchen?"

Luo Hanshang frowned, "Why are you looking at me like that? Who is this child? You seem to be very familiar with each other. "

Ning Jiang's tightly clenched fist was instantly drenched in sweat. How should he respond?

Did Chuchen leak what he had just said?

Did he really not know anything, or was he testing her?

Should she lie? Or tell the truth?

If he was unwilling to let her go, then she … How long could he keep it a secret?