In front of Grandpa, as long as it had nothing to do with Spirit Intelligence and didn't need to be kept strictly confidential, Jiang Yue really had no need to hide anything.
If Jiang Yue had to choose one person in the world he absolutely had to trust, Grandpa would undoubtedly be his first choice. It wasn't just the bond between grandfather and grandson. Grandpa had also shaped Jiang Yue's values from childhood, almost single-handedly. The deep-rooted bond of blood, values, and even faith was unquestionably the strongest there was.
When Grandpa heard about the remarkable opportunity Jiang Yue had come across, excitement appeared on his face. His eyes were filled with undisguised admiration as he looked at Jiang Yue.
"Excellent, excellent. The younger generation of the Old Jiang Family has surpassed the older. Xiao Yue is impressive, and San Gou is impressive too."
As for Grandpa's second generation, he hadn't been especially satisfied with any of them except his eldest, Jiang Yu. That included his second son, Jiang Qiao.
Of course, his third son, Jiang Geng—the father of San Gou—was the least likable of them all.
Jiang Qiao felt a little ashamed as he listened. He knew Grandpa was using this chance to give him a warning. But he also knew that compared with his son, he fell far short in both responsibility and ability.
Forget his son—even his seemingly carefree nephew was braver than he was, and far more decisive.
Even his younger sister Jiang Du, who had returned to Panshi Ridge, had shown far more responsibility than he had in times of crisis.
For years, he had been away from his son and daughter, wandering in search of his missing wife. It had become his entire life, his sole emotional refuge.
Meanwhile, his father had faked his