"Grandma, thank you."
Xi Moxiao put the newspaper down, and hurriedly ate something. Then he was ready to leave.
"Don't thank me. I'm the great-grandma of the children. That's what I should do. You call Qingli when you have time, and your wedding should be held as soon as possible, or the media will certainly make a fuse about it."
Maybe all their guesses will come, and it's certainly not good for Gu Qingli. There are few media outlets who could smear her grandson.
She thought that Xi Moxiao would turn a deaf ear to what she said, but this time Xi Moxiao even talked.
He paused at the door and inexplicably remembered the dream he had last night. He whispered, and left.
Because his voice was so low, she almost thought that it was an imaginary voice.
"Housekeeper, did I hear him right? Did Xi Moxiao say yes? "
"You heard him right. Sir did say yes. But you don't have to worry. I can see the emotion between sir and Miss Gu. The two of them are not as stiff as they seem."