Xia Qiuming had to leave, even if he didn't want to.
He glanced at Leng Yuan.
It was enough to know his nephew was doing well.
"Alright, I'm off then. If anything comes up, send me a telegram."
With that, he stuffed a piece of paper into Leng Yuan's hand and pushed him aside.
He secretly slipped another one to Gu Jiaojiao and whispered.
"Jiaojiao, this is my home phone number. If this little brat dares to bully you, just give me a call. I'll come over and set things right for you."
"My address is on there too. If there's ever anything you can't handle, you can also write me a letter."
Gu Jiaojiao took the slip of paper and nodded obediently. "Thank you, Uncle."
Xia Qiuming only had two sons and no daughters, so seeing how sweet and well-behaved Gu Jiaojiao was, his heart filled with affection.
'How did my nephew get so lucky, marrying such a beautiful girl?'
'She absolutely can't be mistreated.'
Leng Yuan was speechless.
