Chapter 597 If he were good at talking, he would have said it already.

Chapter 597 If he were good at talking, he would have said it already.

As they were saying that...

Both Qin Muchi and Qin Muchuan's phones rang once, followed by Qin Luofeng's voice, which was very calm: "Grandpa Butler sent a message in the group."

Qin Muchuan and Qin Muchi picked it up and looked at it.

The information inside was exactly what Qin Muchi and Qin Muchuan had told each other.

See here.

Qin Muchi frowned almost imperceptibly between his brows.

If it's going to be sent in the group, why did he have to tell Qin Muchuan?

Qin Muchuan was equally puzzled, but he didn't show it; he simply replied in the group chat that he knew.

"Now that the message has been delivered, I'll be leaving." Qin Muchi was still pretending. Although he didn't know the old man's intentions, he could still make Qin Muchuan feel uncomfortable. "Don't forget to visit your niece on Saturday."

He left after saying that.

They didn't stop for even a moment.

After the car drove away from Qin Muchuan's house, Qin Muchi called Qin's grandfather. As soon as the call connected, Qin Muchi asked emotionally, "Are you deliberately messing with me?"

"What do you mean, 'get back at you'?" Old Master Qin replied calmly.

"If you're going to send a message in the group, why do you want me to tell Qin Muchuan?" Qin Muchi was upset about this.

Old Master Qin: "Wasn't it like this before?"

Qin Muchi frowned slightly: "What do you mean?"

“In the past, the old man would let you two know first, and then send a notification in the group after you knew,” the old housekeeper explained from the side. “However, it was mostly your brother who notified you.”

Qin Mu paused for a moment.

I was reminded of things from the past.

Indeed, whenever there is something important or a notification, the old man will first tell them, and then notify a few of the younger generation in the group chat.

Qin Muchuan would always send him a message or make a phone call.

This time, however, he went to talk to him in person.

Thinking of this, a surge of emotion welled up in Qin Muchi's heart.

I originally wanted to see Qin Muchuan make a fool of himself, but now I'm afraid I've become the one who makes a fool of himself.

He simply hung up the phone.

I was furious.

Qin Muchuan wasn't laughing at him. He was still wondering why his grandfather had asked Qin Muchi to deliver a message to him. Finally, he suddenly said to Qin Luofeng on the phone, "Why do you think your grandfather asked your second uncle to deliver a message to me?"

"It must have been just that my second uncle went to see him," Qin Luofeng said.

Qin Muchuan frowned slightly: "When did he go to see him?"

Qin Luofeng replied, "Two hours ago."

Qin Muchuan: "Do you know what he talked about with the old man?"

"I don't know." Qin Luofeng had been keeping a close eye on Qin Muchi for some time, just to prevent him from joining forces with Jiang Ruan. "After he goes in, my men will have to wait outside."

Qin Muchuan's mood was still somewhat heavy.

“This should just be a simple message being sent, just like you did before when you notified him,” Qin Luofeng said.

He was skeptical at first.

But after seeing the messages in the group, he calmed down.

The process is similar to the usual notification process.

"If it's just about delivering a message, is it necessary to come in person?" This was Qin Muchuan's biggest dilemma.

Qin Luofeng fell silent.

He didn't know why either.

But his intuition told him there was no conspiracy or scheming involved.

Given Grandpa's principles, he would never so casually exploit his second uncle.

Too stupid.

Too stupid.

It's too easy for things to change.

"Where are you now?" Qin Muchuan was still on edge, thinking about his own matter. "I need to talk to you about something."

Qin Luofeng: "The company."

Qin Muchuan: "Okay."

One hour later.

Qin Luofeng met with Qin Muchuan.

To ensure the privacy of their conversation, Qin Luofeng booked a private room at a restaurant near the company.

After serving the dishes, Qin Luofeng noticed his father's unpleasant expression and asked, "Are you still troubled by your second uncle's matter?"

"It's not just about this." Qin Muchuan's expression became more serious, his gaze filled with complex emotions. "What I really want to know is why the old man called us over?"

Qin Luofeng was much calmer: "It boils down to two things."

Qin Muchuan's mind was a mess: "Which two?"

“Aunt and the will.” Qin Luofeng was quite quick-witted when she was thinking, and she remained gentle and calm throughout the process. “Either she wanted to give her aunt an explanation in front of everyone, or she made a will.”

"I'd rather it's to support your aunt," Qin Muchuan said.

Qin Luofeng: "?"

Qin Luofeng looked at him, puzzled.

He clearly didn't understand what benefit this would bring him.

"Which possibility do you think is more likely?" Qin Muchuan asked in a deep voice.

Qin Luofeng: "Fifty-fifty."

Although Grandpa said last time that he wouldn't interfere, it wasn't written down in black and white.

As long as things haven't completely settled, Grandpa's thoughts could change due to his daily life, Aunt's words, and events happening around him.

Qin Muchuan suggested, "Ask Qin Mo if he knows."

Qin Luofeng: "I don't know."

Qin Muchuan: "?"

Qin Muchuan frowned slightly.

Looking at Qin Luofeng, her eyes held a hint of other emotions: "How did you know without even asking?"

"Don't you know my brother's personality?" Qin Luofeng understood many things very well. "If Grandpa didn't tell him, he wouldn't ask. If Grandpa did tell him, he wouldn't tell us either. He would just make us wait."

Qin Muchuan paused.

Realizing that Qin Mo was indeed this kind of person, his expression immediately darkened.

So what if you have an outstanding son? In the end, things still turned out the same.

"If you want to know, you can call Grandpa," Qin Luofeng suggested. "Instead of guessing, you should just ask him directly."

"If he were good at talking, he would have said it already." Qin Muchuan had a lot of complaints about the old man.

Qin Luofeng didn't think so.

If it were about my aunt, my grandfather probably wouldn't have said anything.

But if it's a will...

There's no reason not to talk about things that have already been established.

Thinking of this, he picked up his phone and sent a message in the group chat: 【Is there something important?】

Qin Jiangye was the first to reply: "What are you talking about? If it weren't something important, would Grandpa have called us all to my little cousin's place?"

Qin Jiangye tagged the old man: "Grandpa, you should just say what it is in the group beforehand, so that some people won't speculate wildly behind the screen and get as anxious as monkeys."

Monkey No. 1 Qin Muchi: "..."

Monkey No. 2 Qin Muchuan: "..."

Monkey No. 3 Yu Peiyun: "..."

Everyone wished they could sew Qin Jiangye's mouth shut.

He talks too much.

Old Master Qin: "I won't say."

Grandpa Qin: "I told you it wasn't time yet, and you're already bothering me."

Old Master Qin: "There's never any peace and quiet."

The old man spoke calmly, yet his words left much to the imagination.

Qin Jiangye continued to leisurely send messages: "If you don't say anything, you'll only have peace of mind on the surface. But if someone brings this up at night, your ears will be burning with embarrassment."

Grandpa Butler: [(Smiling) jpg.]

Old Master Qin: "..."

Grandpa Qin put down his phone and stopped looking at it. Instead, he asked Jiang Ruan and Jiang An, who were sitting next to him having dinner, "Do you think I should tell them about this beforehand?"

Jiang Ruan looked at her mother.

She didn't know as much about the Qin family as her mother, so she couldn't give advice lightly.

"It's up to you," Jiang An said. "Whether you tell or not, you'll be in trouble."

Old Master Qin thought about it.

That seems to be the case.

If he tells Qin Muchuan, Qin Muchi will definitely call to ask about their respective assets, and might even come here to inquire. If he doesn't tell, who knows what kind of underhanded tricks Qin Muchuan might pull behind his back to harm him.

The thing Qin Mo told An An last time.

He still remembers.