Your Grandpa Is About to Die

In the afternoon.

Jiang Li waved goodbye to the editor-in-chief and got into the huge van.

His assistant's cell phone rang.

"Brother Li, your phone." The assistant hurriedly handed the cell phone to him.

Jiang Li took the cell phone and asked casually, "Who is it?"

The assistant recalled the caller ID he saw on the screen and casually said, "I think it's your mother."

Unexpectedly, Jiang Li frowned and his expression became serious.

"Why is she calling me?"

He had always been casual, so the people in the van were not used to this sudden change.

The phone was still ringing in the car.

The assistant finally realized he might not have a good relationship with his family. He stopped arranging the clothes he had used for the magazine and asked him softly, "Brother Li, aren't you going to answer your phone?"