Chapter Seventy-Six: Naturally, It's Our Grandfather!

Song Yi said to the person in front of him with a gloomy face: "Since I was able to go back to the mainland, I have been asking the mainland to find the whereabouts of you and your grandfather, even if you go back now, the result will be the same." It's better to wait until your health is better, and then you can go. ”

Zhang Xingzu hurriedly spoke for Song Yi: "Brother Zongtang, my Brother Song really spends a lot of money every year, asking many people to go to the mainland to find you and your grandfather." I don't lie to you, I went back to the mainland this time, first, for business, and secondly, to send money to those who are looking for you. ”

Fang Zongtang glanced at the two of them silently and smiled.

"I didn't say I'd go back now, I just asked. I just came back, and it's been ten years since I left, and I haven't seen the changes in Xiangjiang clearly, and I don't want to leave so soon. ”

She knew that Song Yi would not lie to her in this matter.

He's been looking for so long, and he hasn't found it. She went back and the results wouldn't change much.

As soon as Zhang Xingzu wanted to speak, he called.

After making it clear to the other end of the phone, he couldn't sit still.

"Brother Zongtang, Brother Song, I still have something to do, you eat first, and I'll look for you tomorrow." Zhang Xingzu seemed to be really anxious, and as he spoke, he pushed the chair in.

Fang Zongtang: "You don't have to be tomorrow, when are you done, when will you come to us again!" ”

Zhang Xingzu hurriedly raised a simple smile, and while walking, he turned back and waved to the two.

Song Yi gave Fang Zongtang another chopstick dish, and this time she ate it.

"You don't have to keep clipping it for me, you can eat it too!"

Song Yi raised a smile and hummed softly.

When she went back, she proposed to go to the villa where the antiques were put to have a look, and Song Yi remembered something.

"Do you want to go to the bank where Grandpa gave you something?"

She originally intended to go and see it tomorrow, and since she said it was all here, she definitely wanted to see it.

"Looking at antiques, we can only wait for tomorrow."

Song Yi glanced at her and didn't speak.

After arriving at the place, she understood why Song Yi said that she wanted to "take a look".

"Why can I only look at the deposit receipt, but not the things?"

Song Yi took a letter from the bank manager.

"Grandpa Tai once said that before the time came, even the box would not be allowed to be seen. I can only let you look at the certificate of deposit! ”

The letter was from her grandfather's handwriting, and she could recognize the notes at a glance.

On the letter, it is roughly the same as what Song Yi said.

didn't have a word of nonsense, but she was.

She slapped the letter on the counter hard, and glared at Song Yi angrily: "Is he your grandfather, or my grandfather?" ”

A smile flashed in Song Yi's eyes: "Naturally, it's our grandfather." ”

Fang Zongtang said in an incredulous tone: "My grandfather's elbow is going to turn into the creaking nest!" ”

Song Yi laughed, gently raised her hand, and carefully put away the letter.

"Shall we take it back, or should we put it in the bank?"

Fang Zongtang took a deep breath, thought about it seriously, and suddenly his eyes were smart.

"Put the bank, I'll bring the anti-bone cub over another day, and I'll be angry with him!" When she thought of the anti-bone cub's expression, she was in a good mood again.

Song Yi didn't expect her to say this, but after listening to her, it seemed to be expected.

"Okay."

He carefully put the letter away and handed it back to the bank manager.

The two left the bank and headed straight for Queen's Road.

The antique house is located on Champs Street, located in the southwest of Queen's Road.

The people who live nearby are all famous people who can be called in Xiangjiang.

The villa was guarded by four bodyguards, and after entering the door, Song Yi took her directly to the main hall.

"I was worried that it would get damp in the storeroom, so I put the things I collected in the room where I lived, and I didn't let the nanny clean it in order to prevent people from thinking about it. Whenever I have time, I'll come and clean it myself. ”