Ji Qingxuan squinted at me and said without expression, "I can rebuild here, and naturally I can destroy it. Everything depends on you."

I was stunned.

Then the phone rings.

I looked down at the words Lu Qiaoyu written on it.

Looking at the time, it's noon. At this time, if he was in the company, he would ask me to have lunch.

I looked up at Ji Qingxuan and thought of the orphanage just now. For a moment, I didn't know how to answer the phone, so I turned it off.



Ji Qingxuan didn't say much.



When the call stopped, I asked, "what do you want to do?"

"If you don't do anything, it's just that Grandpa misses you." Ji Qingxuan said lightly.