Tomorrow was an official date. Stephanie thought to herself.
After returning to her room, she called Harold, but she did not expect that Spencer would pick up the phone.
"Grandpa, haven't you slept yet?" Stephanie looked at the time. It was almost ten o'clock.
"He just came back. He is full of injuries. I am cleaning his wounds." Spencer said.
"What? Is he injured? Where is he? Has he fainted?" Stephanie asked with a frown.
"No. What's wrong?" Harold asked.
"I'm calling to ask how you are doing. How did you get hurt? Did you get beaten up by those people?" When Stephanie thought of this possibility, she couldn't help but say, "Hurry up and quit. You don't have to earn money to support the family. I'm here."
"I was hit by a piece of wood. It wasn't a big deal," Harold said and made light of it.
"It's not a big deal. Only a large piece of skin on the back of his shoulder is gone." Spencer deliberately said exaggeratedly and sighed, "So much blood."
