Qing Shan held his chin, tilted his head, and rolled his eyes. Then, he seemed to have made up his mind and said, " alright, I'll listen to Grandpa. but, " he said, staring at Lin Yiwei with his eyes wide open, " Grandpa, can I still go home? "
"Of course!" Lin Yiwei said without thinking, " Qing shan, you can come back whenever you want. Do you understand? "
"Alright!" Qing Shan nodded happily. Then, he turned to ask Lin yuelan. His voice was rough and boisterous, like a young man's, but it also had the childishness of a child. He asked, " sister yuelan, when do I start working? "
Lin yuelan's expression slightly stiffened, and the corner of her mouth twitched again.
If these expressions and actions were done by a child or teenager, they would be innocent and cute.
However, it was awkward for a rough-looking man in his twenties or thirties to do it.
