Jiang Yanting originally wanted to argue a bit more, but his cellphone vibrated, and the old lady had called again, "Hello, Grandma."
"Shh—" Shen Zhixian gestured for him to be quiet, "You go to the balcony to take the call, so you don't disturb the child's sleep."
Jiang Yanting: "..."
With a sideways glance at Jiangjiang, Yanting was well aware of what his son raised by him was like. The little rascal was clearly feigning sleep, his face all red, and now he felt like he was superfluous.
"Go outside to take the call." Zhixian urged him.
Yanting had no choice but to walk to the balcony, "Grandma, is something the matter?"
"Have you had dinner? How's everything?"
The old lady didn't enjoy being such a nuisance, constantly asking questions, but she was too excited and couldn't help herself.
"Pretty good." Yanting caught a glimpse with his peripheral vision, as Zhixian had already carried Jiangjiang back to the bedroom, "Let's talk about anything else when I get back."
