Grandpa Huo had said those words before his death, clearly intending to take advantage of Huo Zhanting's filial piety to force him to agree. She looked at Huo Zhanting with some unease.
Huo Zhanting remained calm, facing Xiao Yihe's questioning with a sneer, "Grandpa did indeed say that before he passed away, but up until the old man took his last breath, I never agreed to take care of you. As for a hundred years from now, whether the old man can wait for me or not is a different matter."
"You, you," Xiao Yihe felt choked with anger, his vision started to go dark, and he swayed, not expecting that Huo Zhanting wouldn't take Elder Huo's last words to heart even before his passing.
He knew that the good-for-nothing old man was useless.
