Tao Wenrui held his eldest grandson’s chubby little hand and gave it a gentle shake. "I didn't ask. He’s still young, and he’s far away from us. We can’t keep tabs on his social circle in real-time. It would be trouble if he made friends with people who pretend to be as close as brothers to his face but can't wait for him to fail behind his back."
Yanyan also shook her son’s chubby hand. "If he isn't cut out for business, he can do something else. With so many of us, we can certainly find a job that suits him."
Zhengzheng, the little milk-bun, tucked both his chubby hands into his sleeves.
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