The scream was a bit shrill, but none of the people sitting in the living room moved.
The old lady heard the scream and came out, urgently saying, "What happened? It seemed like my grandson's voice!"
Xu Huo walked over to support the lady and led her toward the living room, "Ma'am, are you missing your grandson too much?"
"There was a sound just now, didn't you hear it?" The old lady asked suspiciously.
"No, we didn't." Zhu Xiaojin played dumb, feigning sympathy, "You're really a good grandma, loving your grandson so much. Unfortunately, my grandma passed away when I was little, otherwise, I guess she would have been like you."
The old lady's face, distorted by anxiety, gradually calmed down, and she smiled, "Yes, there isn't a grandma who doesn't love her grandson; as long as he's well, I'm willing to do anything."
