He Must Give Them A Grandson No Matter What

The insinuation was: How could someone like Mr. Cao have the genes for such a handsome little boy to be born in their family?

The people outside probably wouldn't have thought that when the influential people of the underworld gathered together, their conversation would be no different from that of ordinary people.

They would continue to make fun of each other and then ridicule each other.

They were all people, so how could there be much difference?

A subordinate of the Cao family came in from outside and whispered into Mr. Cao's ear,

"Master, the guests are almost here. You can begin your speech."

Mr. Cao waved his hand, and the subordinate quickly left.

He stood up.

"Buddies, let's go."

The little guy in his arms, on the other hand, was already yawning out of boredom. When he saw Mr. Cao getting up to leave, he hurriedly said,

"Grandpa Cao, I want to go down."

"Yo, you want to go out and play, right?"