Kapitel 2800: This isn't your handwriting

Zhou Nan realized that she had failed to anger the old man and lost her interest. She lazily walked to the side hall and sat down. She did not like to socialize, nor did she like to say anything Grand, so she just sat there lazily.

Wherever she went, Zhou hongru led everyone to follow. After all, he was the grandson that he was most proud of, and no matter how much he praised him, it was not enough.

Because Zhou Nan was sitting lazily, the pocket at the stomach area of the sweater was folded. Xie Rong's sharp eyes saw that there seemed to be something in the pocket.

"Zhou Nan, what's that in your pocket? Were you planning to only give your Grandpa a greeting card?"

Zhou Nan's face darkened as he reached into his pocket. "No."

"If it's true, then it's true. Did you buy this pipe on the spur of the moment?" Xie Rong said.

Zhou Nan's face darkened and he did not say a word.