"Who's feeding you gunpowder, kid? Come to Yanjing for the New Year." A loud voice came through the phone, even louder than Ye Hao's...
Ye Hao was taken aback when he heard this. Who the hell is so bold and shouts directly as soon as the call connects?
"Who are you!" Ye Hao asked cautiously, because he had a guess about who it might be.
"It's me, Shangguan Dapao. Get back to Yanjing as soon as possible in the next few days." Shangguan Dapao was calling from the Shangguan Family. Next to him was his wife, Murong Lan, who was waiting eagerly for Ye Hao's response.
"Elder... isn't that a bit inappropriate? I've already broken your grandson's leg. Surely you should express some anger? Are you urging me to return because Grandma Lan isn't mad at me anymore?" Ye Hao asked suspiciously.
Beside Shangguan Dapao, Murong Lan silently mouthed to him, "I'm still a little angry. If he comes back to Yanjing, maybe I won't be anymore."
