"Grandma." Li Mochan pressed the phone to his ear with one hand while holding down the person wriggling in his arms with the other.
"Li Mochan, it's been days. When exactly are you bringing Xiaojiu back?" Hearing Li Mochan's voice, Old Madam Jiang immediately switched back to her teeth-gritting tone.
"You rascal, always fobbing off this old lady. You're aiming to anger me to death, aren't you?"
Old Madam Jiang's roaring was not quiet. Ye Jiuliang heard Li Mochan being scolded and covered her lips to sneak a chuckle.
Li Mochan looked down at her, his fingers slightly curled, and flicked her forehead gently, saying unhurriedly, "Give it a little more time."
"Give it a little more time again," Old Madam Jiang grew impatient upon hearing this, "I won't talk to you, give the phone to Xiaojiu. I want to talk to her."
"Grandma, it's getting late, your granddaughter-in-law has school tomorrow, we are going to sleep," Li Mochan said, his thin lips opening slightly in a calm tone.
