The night was turning deep, and Henry Thompson remembered the text message he had received from his grandfather today.
He had been back in Druarus for a while and had not sent any messages to his grandfather.
If he didn't reply tonight, he estimated that his grandfather would be so angry that he would rush back from Ashton to Druarus.
Henry looked at the desk lamp in front of him. The warm light made his complexion as beautiful as jade, but there was a hint of uneasiness in his deep elusive eyes.
He hesitated for a long time, turning his phone screen on and off many times. His tightly furrowed brows were reminiscent of thick ink.
After a while, he finally took a deep breath and dialed his grandfather's number.
"Hello, Grandpa." The video call was picked up in no time, Henry thought about Mr. Thompson patiently waiting for his call with a stern face, and he couldn't help chuckling.
"What is it." Mr. Thompson quickly resumed his stern and indifferent demeanor.