"Xiaoyu!"

"Grandpa, it's been forty years. Those people may have held important positions or even been recognized. Do you remember the mission I took a while ago? Which of them didn't have a clean political background?"

Si Jingyu looked at his grandfather seriously, "Grandpa, if it weren't for good luck, your eldest grandson would be gone!"

Thinking of that incident, Grandpa Si's eyes turned red. Yes, his eldest grandson almost died.

"Xiao Yu, tell me honestly, where did this evidence come from?"

"The group you know."

"Those masters from aristocratic families?" Grandpa Si frowned. "Can they come forward?"

"cannot."

"Xiaoyu, you are making things difficult for your grandfather."

"Grandpa, you don't trust 'them'. Are you worried that 'they' will harm our country?"

Grandpa Si glanced at his grandson and asked, "What do you think?"

How can you trust someone if you haven’t even met him?

"Let's not talk about whether 'they' will harm us," Si Jingyu said with a smile. "Let's just talk about this. When we collect blood or hair, we shouldn't use names, but numerical codes. 'They' don't know which code represents whom, so how can they cheat?"

Grandpa Si’s eyes lit up when he heard this. Yes, if we change our thinking, the problem will be solved easily.

Oh, he is indeed his good grandson, just like him, smart!

So Grandpa Si didn't even eat, took the evidence brought by Si Jingyu, and went to chat with his old friend.

Grandma Si looked at her husband's hurried back and laughed and shook her head.

Half of her life has passed, but she is still so reckless. She even says that her love for her grandson is like him. But it is not like him at all. She loves her grandson so steadily!