He spoke, lowered his head, and slipped out the door before the elderly could question him.
Ye Lao watched as his little great-grandson, looking dejected like he had his tail between his legs, fled, and leaned back into his rattan chair, speaking as if to himself: "Like this, he still dares to say there's nothing on his mind?"
Zhuang Ruyu accompanied with a smile, made the old man a cup of hawthorn tea to aid digestion.
Ye Lao saw her smiling, obviously in a good mood, which didn't seem affected by Zhang Yaping's deliberate difficulty during lunch. He frowned, remembering that Ye Changwen had sent those two women off without a word till now.
"Bring me the phone."
Zhuang Ruyu extended the phone line, moving the fixed-line telephone to the table in front of the old man.
Though Ye Lao was old, his memory was good; he dialed Ye Changwen's cell number effortlessly.
After the phone rang a few times, it was picked up by Zhang Yaping.
