Old Mr. Seymour: "..."
Where has his simple-minded great-grandchild gone?
"Great-grandfather." Julian Campbell smiled at Old Mr. Seymour and put his phone away, "Aunt requested me to keep an eye on you-know-who."
He really didn't want to call Ethan Seymour Uncle, does Ethan Seymour deserve it?
All his thoughts were on James Reed, forcing his little uncle to leave home early.
Evidently, he did wrong but refused to admit it, continuously favoring James Reed and Charlotte Reed, such an uncle he wouldn't recognize.
"Alright, you just do your thing." Old Mr. Seymour waved his hand, sighed lightly, and said, "I'm getting old, can't manage these things anymore. I'll rely on you in the future."
"Great-grandfather, rest assured." Julian Campbell said confidently, "I will definitely do well."
Old Mr. Seymour glanced at Julian, smiling, and asked, "Is there something you haven't said yet?"
"Hmm?" Julian looked at Old Mr. Seymour, puzzled.
