Xia Xinyu grabbed her cellphone to greet someone, and the moment she finished, she glared at Chen Yuan, who was sitting on the chair, frowning fiercely, as a sign of her discontent.
Chen Yuan could only raise his hands in a Ji Country military salute, to show his innocence.
Honestly, it was Xia Xinyu's fault.
If she hadn't egged him on to make the call, and insisted on supervising him, explicitly guiding him through the conversation, Mommy wouldn't have been able to catch her.
All he could think was, Xinyu, you're on your own now.
"Hello there, Xinyu."
Then, from the other end of the line, there came a gentleness and affection that Old Chen had never experienced before, or rather, would never experience in his lifetime.
Thunder and rain are all a monarch's grace.
But at the Chen Family, she was usually thunderous, rarely ever gentle as rain.
"Mmm-hmm," Xia Xinyu responded eagerly.
"How old are you this year, Xinyu?" the voice from the other end asked.