347. Fuzzy Little Green Peach_1

Yet Director Zhu's moment of triumph only lasted for three minutes in the blistering summer heat, before he rounded the bamboo grove and was besieged by two old men charging towards him!

"Well, well, well! I was wondering why you were nowhere to be found today. You really were sneaking around to pick up a package—quick, let me see what my granddaughter sent me!"

The speaker was none other than the shameless Old Yun.

Director Zhu frowned, "Whose granddaughter are you shouting about? My granddaughter has only one real grandfather, and that's me."

"That's nonsense! When we were like brothers, we swore we'd be one family. Now that you're the only one related, we're not family anymore?"

"Besides, my granddaughter promised to send me stuff. It just happens to be addressed to you!"

It wasn't Secretary Xiaozu's negligence; really, dividing things among this group was tricky... Everything else was fine, but with only two pounds of tobacco, who should he send it to?