Han Yingying shrank her neck and said weakly, "Grandpa, I'm sorry for disturbing you."
"If you know it's disturbing, why call? Hang up, I'm busy."
"I just wanted to say thank you for your birthday gift, I will cherish it."
"Who sent you a gift? I got tired of that painting and didn't want it anymore, so I told Mosheng to deal with it however he wanted," Grandpa Shen huffed proudly.
"Grandpa, why do you always have to play the bad guy?"
Grandpa Shen couldn't help but puff up and glare, "Are you trying to make me angry on purpose, you little girl?"
"Not at all, I just think expressing my likes openly makes me more likable," Han Yingying defended weakly, sticking out her tongue.
"Enough, I'm hanging up. Talking to you is irritating." With that, Grandpa Shen hung up the phone without hesitation.
Han Yingying made a face at her phone but couldn't help laughing.
So Grandpa didn't hate her after all. That was nice.
