She could hit his buttocks when he was younger, and she could still do it now.
Old Madam glared at him with feigned anger. "Ask yourself, how often do you come back? Your work is like your life. No, your work seems more important than your life.
"It's so hard to get you to come home to see me.
"Having a grandson like you makes me angry. How do I dote on you?"
Old Madam patted Qiao Mianmian's hand lightly and went all gentle again. "My granddaughter-in-law is so much more obedient."
"Yes, yes, yes." Mo Shixiu wasn't rebutting her. "It's my fault for upsetting Grandma. I've been busy though, and I can't really find the time to come home. When I'm less busy in the future, I'll surely come home more often to see you."
"Hmph." Old Madam glared at him again. "I'm done listening to you. When have you meant it?"
Mo Shixiu pushed his glasses up his nose bridge and said a little helplessly, "Grandma…"
