"Alright then, but try to come back early, Grandpa really misses you."
The old man hastily picked up a newspaper and threw it at his grandson, Mu Yichen, who couldn't dodge in time, and the newspaper hit him right in the face.
"Hmm!"
Qin Mu agreed obediently, hurriedly hung up the phone, but after hanging up, she suddenly froze.
Mu Yichen felt a bit agitated, but couldn't get angry with the elderly man, so he sighed heavily with both hands and then helplessly looked at the old man.
"Grandson, why do I feel like you're about to cry?"
The old man stared at him for a moment before asking.
Exactly! Inside, his heart was already overflowing with hot tears.
"Since you know, yet you still say it? Give your grandson some dignity?"
Mu Yichen, with a defeated tone, pleaded with the elder.
"Hmph! Useless kid! Serves you right!"
The old man listened to his pathetic response, immediately got up, and without looking back, headed to his room.
Mu Yichen collapsed entirely onto the couch.
