Qin Ting took out his phone and made a phone call right away. To avoid Wen Zheng from overhearing him, he walked further away.
"You brat, shall I be grateful that you still remember to call home?" As soon as the phone was connected, Mr. Qin's voice roared from the other end of the call. He sounded like he had been waiting for Qin Ting's call all along.
"Grandpa, I have good news for you." At this moment, Qin Ting had no time to spare. He went straight to the point and completely ignored the elder's nagging.
"Good news? What good news can you have? You haven't been home for more than a month. If you can come home more often, I will be satisfied." Mr. Qin was stunned. His voice was obviously lower, and there was a hint of depression in his voice.