Behind her, the sound of the doorknob turning was audible. She turned around, only to find that it wasn't her private room's door but the one next door that opened, revealing a trailing shadow of ice stretching diagonally across the floor, accompanied by two gazes that landed on her.
The slightly raised eyebrows suggested that it wasn't an accidental exit.
Covering the phone's mouthpiece, Manman whispered to Wen Shirong on the other end, "Uncle, let's leave it at that, I will talk to my dad. Please take good care of Grandma in the meantime, and call us immediately if anything happens."
Listening to her, the main family branch would not shirk their responsibility, and Wen Shirong, satisfied with Manman's filial piety as the eldest granddaughter, hung up the phone contentedly.
Carefully putting away her father's phone, Manman was about to return to her own private room.
"Who's sick?"
