"Oh…"
Nan Xian Mu sometimes forgot that Nan Xian Yu was only 25 years old and his position in the military was not very high. Compared to their father who was already over 50 years old and had high position, his permission to view some information was not very clear.
At this time, Nan Hai Lan had already parked the car and reached the seventh floor. He looked at the three children who were standing outside the door with surprise.
"Why don't you come inside?"
"Grandpa is sleeping," Nan Xian Yu replied and nodded at Nan Hai Lan as greetings.
"Nonsense. I just received a message from him." Nan Hai Lan was speechless. If his father was sleeping, there was no way he could send a message to him just a few minutes ago.
"Oh." Nan Xian Yu nodded and pushed the door to enter.
The others followed him.
Old Master Nan was lying on the bed looked at the screen in front of him. From the side, he did look like he was sleeping.
