Eve Sherman paused for a moment before nodding, "I know, Grandpa, but I'm really not unhappy because of her, she didn't say anything—no, the truth is, I'm not unhappy at all."
"Then why do you look like this, unable to even speak clearly?"
Sutton sighed softly, "Alright, I won't press you about it. I know you young folks don't like to talk to us oldies, it's okay. Just try to be happy. Otherwise, if you're unhappy here, I won't feel good either, since I was the one who called you here…"
"Grandpa, don't worry about it. I'm just thinking about work, it's a bit tricky."
Eve didn't want the old man, whom she tried hard to cheer up, to be affected by her mood, so she hurriedly found an excuse.
"Work issues? Those are the things I can solve the best. Tell me about them, even though my health isn't great now, I still have the ability, I guarantee I can help you sort it out!"
"No worries, Grandpa, it's just some drawing problems that are a bit tough for me."
