Thomas Shannon didn't wake him up.
"Snowball, let Grandma have a good look to see if our Snowball has been eating properly." Mrs. Shannon's gentle voice flowed like water from the mobile phone.
Snowball's small face moved close to the camera lens, softly responding, "Snowball has been eating properly, Dad can vouch for me."
This made Mrs. Shannon chuckle repeatedly, "Our Snowball is the best, never making Grandma worry, truly great."
After chatting with her precious granddaughter for a while, Mrs. Shannon wanted to speak privately with Thomas Shannon.
Thomas Shannon held the phone, got up, and went outside.
The sunshine outside was nice, the heat waves really hit, making one feel the heat.
"Mother, what do you want to say?"
Mrs. Shannon put away her smile and asked him, slightly worried, "Lincoln, is Fennie alright?"
"Why do you ask like that?"
