Wang Yong ignored him with a frosty expression. "Xiaoqing, help me up. Let's go."
Zhuo Ran was very sad and sad. "Grandpa, don't be angry with me, your body..."
Wang Yong said coldly, "We won't die for the time being. Our grandfather and grandson are neither relatives nor friends with the Iron family, so it's not convenient for us to stay for long. Farewell."
He held his granddaughter's shoulders and staggered as she walked, watching as she might fall at any time.
Xiao Qing held herself up very hard, and her forehead was full of sweat. She trembled and reminded, "Grandpa, be careful."
The anger in Wang Yong's belly turned into a sigh when he saw his granddaughter who was in a panic.
"I'm old and useless, but I'm worried about you. If I die, what will you do?"
How could a helpless or
