Old Mr. Leach looked up at Benson Leach's determined eyes and knew that he had made a decision.
When Benson Leach makes a good decision, no one else can change it.
Old Mr. Leach also sincerely regards Juliana Lewis as a granddaughter, and doesn't want her to be in danger.
Therefore, old Mr. Leach thought for a moment and stopped insisting: "Tell Xiaojiu yourself that if she agrees, Grandpa will not say anything."
Benson Leach said, "Then I'll go upstairs."
The two stopped talking, and the living room was dignified again.
Benson Leach went up a step, turned to look at old Mr. Leach again, and saw that he raised his hand and secretly wiped his tears, which was also sad.
Benson Leach said with a heavy voice: "Grandpa, if it weren't for wine and wine, I couldn't stand it a few months ago. My life in these months was stolen. You should relax, don't... don't hold hope any more."
The greater the hope, the more desperate it will be.