"Grandma, it's getting late…"
Chen Qiurong immediately interrupted her grandson, "I'm not sleepy." She didn't tease him further, worried he might hang up, "Qianqian is doing well, she's diligent at work and doesn't go out to play recklessly. After work, she heads straight home to be with the child. Don't worry, Grandma is keeping an eye on her for you."
"..."
"I just had someone deliver supper to her… oh, the person has returned." What followed was the sound of Chen Qiurong speaking with a servant.
"Did she eat?"
"The young madam hasn't returned yet."
"How come she hasn't come back this late?"
"I don't know. Usually, if she comes back late, she would call the villa. Today, for some reason, the villa said the young madam's phone is turned off."
After finishing talking to the servant, Chen Qiurong was about to speak to her grandson but discovered that he had hung up the phone.
