"Chaochao, take this and buy whatever you want. Grandpa gave it to you; your dad won't know."

Granddaughter, what I'm saying is, let's give up the idea of ​​getting rich by picking up trash for now.

Chaochao looked down and said honestly, "But Grandpa, I don't know how to use it."

She didn't know how to use the black card her father gave her; she usually kept it in a drawer and only took it out occasionally.

When she couldn't find a ruler while drawing.

Grandpa Huo waved his hand, "It's alright, he'll definitely use it when he grows up."

Believe it or not, the old man came prepared.

He took out a stack of red banknotes from his wallet and carefully put them into the inner pocket of Chaochao's backpack.

"This will work!"

The system shook its head: "Hey old man, have you forgotten that this three-year-old Chaochao can't even count money yet? It's very possible that in the little guy's eyes, a one-yuan coin for a rocking horse is worth more than a banknote."

The little dumpling patted her little backpack and hugged Grandpa Huo's arm with gratitude: "Grandpa, you're so good to me~ Chaochao also collects bottles to buy meat for Grandpa!"

Old Master Huo felt both amused and touched.

Oh well, my granddaughter likes to collect things, so I'll just open a recycling plant later.

Amidst the traffic, the black Bentley gradually slowed down.

The driver checked the navigation and asked, "Mr. Huo, there's a traffic jam in the direction of the airport, with a lot of vehicles coming and going. Should we take a different route?"

Grandpa Huo helped the little girl up and checked her seatbelt. "Change it."

A piece of information flashed through my mind.

Airport congestion?

The old man felt that there was something he had forgotten.

Oh dear, people get old and their memory isn't what it used to be.

My mind is completely filled with thoughts of my precious granddaughter.