927 Your grandfather will handle it from here.

Grandfather Ji stood at the door of the principal's office. His minacious expression alone was enough to intimidate the people inside the room.

His eyes, filled with coldness, scrutinized the faces of Mr. Li and the Deng family. However, when his eyes land on his grandson, his entire being softens, and he smiles at the boy.

"Jingxu, sorry I'm late."

He walks to the boy as his footsteps echo inside the room with the rhythmic thumping of his cane. He glances at the people in the room and threatens.

"I want to see who dares to touch my grandson."

His words fell with eyes mainly glaring at the school principal. He may be nearing his death, but as long as he is still breathing, he will never let anyone hurt his family.

Mr. Li froze in place and didn't dare to look at Grandfather Ji as sweat formed on his forehead. He felt like a hand had suddenly grabbed the back of his head, keeping him from moving.