"I'm a little curious. This old man is so powerful. How did pan fanghua convince him?" Ling Chuxi asked curiously.
"He cried, made a scene, and hung himself. What else can he do? pan longxin dotes on this grandson the most. He had to come even if he didn't want to." Lu chengfeng said with an evil smile.
One crying, two throwing a tantrum, three threatening suicide ... The image of an old man with a white beard rolling on the ground crying and throwing a tantrum appeared in Ling Chuxi's mind. She was instantly confused. This old man was really capable of doing anything.
"I was just saying it casually and didn't have much hope. Who knew that he would really succeed? it's my fault for not explaining it clearly in advance." Lu chengfeng explained on pan fanghua's behalf.