Despite the old man's smile seeming very incongruous, with only his eyes smiling while the muscles on his face, especially his facial features, remained stiff. His upper and lower lips were also asymmetrical, slanted, and looked strange.
But Qiao Xiaon'an was overjoyed, waving her phone in front of the old man, "I'm calling Amo and mom now. They would find it strange if they knew you woke up. Amo has been busy at the company lately, and mom has gone back to help, so she's not here. Don't blame mom, she really cares about you. She calls several times a day."
The old man understood everything, blinking his eyes in relief.
"Let's call Amo first." She pulled out the last call from her call history, "He can notify mom, they are both at the company."
She dialed the number, and although it rang, nobody answered.
She slightly furrowed her brows.
The colour of the old man's eyes changed in accordance with her facial expressions.
