Chapter 854: Good grandpa (2)

Zeng Tianhua has a certain blood relationship with her. She can only deduct so much, and can't go further.
It seems that she must quickly find a chance to help him resolve this doom.
"Grandpa, do you believe in divination?"
Yang Zimei asked behind his back, and wanted to test his attitude towards hexagrams.
"I never believed in the feudal superstition. Niuniu, you are also a scholar. You have to believe in science. Don't call your horoscope or tarot card like my granddaughter all day long. It's just a fool.
Zeng Tianhua was a materialist who studied Marx's philosophy before, and extremely rejected superstition.
"My grandfather, after all, this mysterious Taoism has been circulating in our China for thousands of years. There must be a reason for it, otherwise not so many people believe it."
Yang Zi frowned.
"People believe in it, but they just want to feel at ease in times of adversity. They are all ignorant thoughts. Niuniu, don't believe in this deified thing."
Zeng Tianhua urged.
Yang Zimei smiled bitterly.
This is her profession, but she can't believe it.
Grandpa was so repellent, she had to find a way to let him wear the protector she would give him in the future.

The car returned to the front door of the Song family house.
"Grandpa, this is it."
"Here?" Zeng Tianhua stopped in doubt, "Mr. Song, what you said is Mr. Song here? Song Zhe, is he alive?"
"Song Zhe? Who is it?"
Yang Zimei asked puzzled.
"Isn't this Song Zhe's house? Who is Mr. Song you said?"
"Song Xuan."
"Song Xuan? Xiao Xuanzi?" Zeng Tianhua's face suddenly appeared, "It turned out to be Song Zhe's son. I saw him when he was a kid."
"Yi Ye knows Mr. Song's father?" Yang Zimei couldn't help but sigh again that this world is really small, and there is a wonderful connection between people.
"Well, the relationship was good before, but then Song Zhe and his wife went back to A to open an antique shop, and we gradually lost contact. In the past few years, I heard people say that Song Zhe is dead It ’s been a long time since I was sad. I did n’t expect that his son would be your husband.
Zeng Tianhua nodded and answered.
"Oh, yeah."
Yang Zimei jumped out of the car, and before ringing the doorbell, Zhenzi had opened the door, and bent over to her, "Master, are you back?"
"Ok."
Yang Zi nodded, pointing at Zeng Tianhua to Zhenzi, "This is my grandpa."
"Good grandpa!"
Sadako hurried forward to salute.
"this is……"
Zeng Tianhua asked Yang Zimei questioningly, "Why would she call your master?"
"Oh, today is my birthday. We play a game between us. I play the master and she plays the servant. Don't take it seriously."
Yang Zimei hurriedly explained.
She doesn't want her grandfather to know her true identity for the time being. She hopes that she can be cared for and enjoy his uncle like an ordinary girl.
"This is the case. You, it ’s really a little girl with a bad heart. It ’s not good to dress up, but she wants to dress up as a master and servant. It scared me. Our young lady, treat us as masters. "
Zeng Tianhua lamented, "But now the world has changed, and everyone is equal. There is only an employment relationship and there is no master-slave relationship."
"Hehe." Yang Zimei smiled. Regarding the origin of Sadako, she was even harder to explain.