"I have nothing to say to you." Mu Yufeng finished and banned himself from entering the elevator.

Grandpa Yan originally wanted to take the opportunity to go to Mu Yufeng's house and take the opportunity to go across to Cheng Yingxuan's family to see Xiaobao.

Forget it, he really had something to say to Mr. Mu, who knew he wouldn't buy it.

"Dad, what are you going to tell him?" Cen Sufen was curious.

Grandpa Yan’s old eyes glanced at the two bodyguards. Although the two were members of the Shi Ting School, he still walked away with Cen Sufen. He said, "No daughter-in-law, do you remember Mu Muzi said Cheng Xiaobao is his son?"

"Shi Ting has a child, I have a grandson, and I am so happy... I have forgotten all this stubble." Cen Sufen thought of this, "Do you think Xiao Bao is the son of Mu Yufeng?"

"Xiaobao is not like Muzi. It is printed in the same mold as our family's Shi Ting." Mrs. Yan said affirmatively, "I guess Mu Xiaozi likes Cheng Yingxuan too much and talks nonsense. He just doesn't want Shi Ting. Make peace with Cheng Yingxuan!"

Cen Sufen's face was a little uneasy. "We used to tear apart Shi Ting and Cheng Yingxuan. What should we do now?"

"We don't care about young people!" Grandpa Yan stomped the cane in his hand. "I just want to see my baby great-grandson!"

Thinking of the cute and exquisite appearance of the little guy, he took a photo of Xiaobao in the old house last night and watched it all night.

"Yes, we took Xiaobao back to the old house to raise." Cen Sufen mentioned the little guy, his eyes shining.

The two of them waited all morning, and they didn't see Cheng Yingxuan's mother and son going out, not even the shadow of Yan Shiting.

The old lady sent someone to pay attention to the kindergarten, and received news that Cheng Xiaobao was taking classes in the kindergarten.

It is estimated that in the morning, they got off the elevator directly to the underground garage and drove away. They waited in the community on the ground, of course they missed it.

The two hurriedly asked the driver to drive to the kindergarten where Xiaobao went to school.

When asked about the classroom where Xiaobao took classes, Grandpa Yan was standing on crutches and walked outside the classroom with the help of Cen Sufen.

No one was found in the classroom.

A sweeping cleaner was mopping the floor in the classroom and asked, "Who are you looking for?"

"What about the children in the classroom?"

"It's lunch break. The children are all taking a nap in the bedroom."

Grandpa Yan and Cen Sufen glanced at each other, and it was inconvenient to disturb the children to rest, just waiting outside the classroom.

Another hour later, a large group of children aged four or five entered the classroom one after another under the leadership of a female teacher in their twenties. The little figures were lively and lovely, jumping up and down, looking happy.

The two stared at the children one by one, but found no figure of Cheng Xiaobao.

The kindergarten teacher who was about to go to class walked outside and asked politely, "Anything to you two?"

Grandpa Yan said anxiously, "Why didn't Cheng Xiaobao come to class?"

"What are you two?" The teacher didn't dare to answer them without seeing them.

"I'm Cheng Xiaobao's grandfather!" Grandpa Yan's voice answered loudly, like Hong Zhong, the children in the entire classroom could hear.

Cen Sufen also pointed proudly at himself, "I am Xiaobao's grandma."

"I haven't seen you before..." The young teacher had a suspicious look on his face. Although these two don’t look like scammers