After chatting with Titus Zane for a bit more, Abigail Zimmerman covered the mouthpiece, turned her head to consult with Samuel Zane, "Dad, Titus Zane wants to wish you a Happy New Year..."
"No need!" Samuel Zane stubbornly replied, clearly waiting for it yet unwilling to admit.
Abigail Zimmerman smiled slyly, "Oh, then okay, I'll tell him you've gone to sleep."
Just as Abigail Zimmerman finished speaking, Samuel Zane had already turned around, "Give it here, I want to hear what she has to say!"
Abigail Zimmerman handed over the phone, and Samuel Zane snatched it immediately, pressing it to his ear and spoke displeasingly, "Speak quickly, I'm going to rest."
Facing such a stubborn old man, Titus Zane wrinkled her nose in disgust, but when she spoke, her tone was softened.
"Grandpa, it's Titus... I wish you a happy new year, great fortune and good luck, and long life..."
