"Is it because I didn't answer your call, so you sent me spam..." Devan's words hang right after seeing the contents of the message.
Only a few seconds later, he put his phone back in his pants pocket while trying to normalize his expression.
"Granny, it's getting late. You'd better go home. The night wind is not good for your health," said Devan, approaching the old woman and sitting there.
"I just arrived a few minutes ago, and you already asked me to go home? I haven't even done anything here yet," Mrs. Raina replied.
"Grandma did a great job earlier," Leo chimed in but was immediately rewarded with a sharp glare from Devan so the man fell silent again.
"Next time, Devan will pick up you, Granny, at that time you can do whatever you want," said Devan trying to persuade Mrs. Raina.
The old woman was silent as if in thought, considering her grandson's words.
"I promise, Granny."
"Okay. So I'm going home now?"
