Zhang Hai knocked on the study door, "Dad, can I come in? I have something to tell you."
Hearing this voice, Zhang Jiang knew Zhang Hai must be anxious. Indeed, it would be strange if he wasn't.
After hearing his youngest son's voice, Zhang Fugui said, "Come in."
When Zhang Hai entered the study, he immediately glanced at Zhang Jiang, noticing he was standing, which instantly eased his mind, as standing probably meant the old man was giving a lecture.
"What's up," Zhang Fugui asked, feeling a bit of a headache, wondering what Zhang Hai intended to say.
This, well, Zhang Hai glanced at Zhang Jiang and Zhang Yu, and they instantly knew he didn't want them to know.
Fine, if they don't know, they don't know. Otherwise, if something happened, they wouldn't come out well from it.
"Dad, I'll go out first."
"Grandpa, I'll leave too."
