C1011 Make the Money

Lan Zhengyao's face twitched. He wanted to say something, but he couldn't retort.

He knew that his grandson had always been brooding over this matter. If he was ever ashamed of anyone in his life, it would be his mother.

After returning to the room, Lan Haoshen pulled open his collar in annoyance, walked to the wine shelf and poured himself a glass of wine