After hanging up, Han Jingnian was just putting his phone into his pocket when he heard the elderly Mrs. Han behind him. "Jingnian..."
Before Mrs. Han could finish her sentence, Han Jingnian turned around saying, "Grandmother, I'll consider it."
"Good, good, very good..." Mrs. Han was overjoyed.
Han Jingnian gazed at Mrs. Han for a moment before breaking the eye contact. "It's late, grandmother. I need to get going. Little Jing hasn't eaten yet..."
Just as Han Jingnian finished speaking, there was a loud "smack" from upstairs.
Everyone turned to look and saw a cell phone tumbling down the stairs. Han Zhijin's figure appeared in everyone's field of vision. He walked a few steps after the fallen phone, then picked it up, the screen shattered. He spoke ominously, "Sorry, didn't have a good grip!"
Having said that, Han Zhijin headed for the door.