"Alright! Then good night, Grandpa!"
Qin Mu agreed quickly, looking out from the old man's room.
As she just closed the door for the old man, his phone rang again.
The old man leaned back on the bedhead, sighed helplessly, and reached for the phone: "Brat, where were you earlier?"
"Grandpa, it's the middle of the night!"
The voice on the other end was still hoarse, probably awakened from sleep.
But why did he call back immediately?
"Why did you call back?"
"How can I dare not return your call, so late at night, is something up?"
"What could possibly be up? I just used my health situation to force Mumu to call you, hmph! You have no luck, boy."
"Was it her who called just now?"
The person's voice on the other end lowered!
"Why would I call you?"
"Then ask her to call again tomorrow."
"Boy, you have quite the imagination!"
The old man couldn't help but think, all the good things get taken by this brat.
"Is she staying at the villa with you all now?"
"Mmm!"
