"What did he do this time, grandfather?" Zhao Lifei's voice was filled with amusement.
"Why don't you ask him?" He deadpanned. She responded with silence and a brief look towards Yang Feng's direction. He gave her an innocuous, sheepish smile while disappearing off into their closet. She was disappointed when he came out fully clothed.
Zhao Moyao grumbled, "Good night."
"Grandfather—"
"I said good night." He snapped, hanging up the phone. After a few seconds of contemplation, he sent her a text.
[Grumpy Grandpa: Sweet dreams.]
Zhao Lifei's lips parted. She blinked and then a tiny smile bloomed on her face. Before she could reply, he sent her another text.
[Grumpy Grandpa: Do not forget to smack him.]
[Xiao Fei: Good night and sweet dreams, grandfather. Please go to bed early and do not work on other documents. Your health is very important.]
