Oh, Monday, there are still four days until Friday, and it's already Monday night.
Not hard to endure, not hard to endure.
Old Master Nan's lips curled up a bit, then he suppressed them again, and coughed lightly, "Come back if you want, this is your home, you can come back whenever you like."
Nan Jiaojiao giggled, "Grandpa, can I bring Bo Yanching's nieces and nephews back, and Zhenzhen too? She hasn't seen you for a long time, last time she asked me if you were well. I'll ask her to join us."
Old Master Nan's lips curled upwards again, harder to suppress than an AK.
He grunted, "Sure, there's plenty of room here."
With that, Nan Jiaojiao knew she had it under control. Actually, Grandpa's personality was quite easy to handle, and she knew her own influence. She'd held back for days, worried that if she contacted Grandpa first, it would seem like she was intentionally praising Bo Yanching.
This timing was perfect, like being caught red-handed, although it was very deliberate.
