"Eh! Has Grandma's darling Guibao eaten yet?" Ma Xiulian instantly burst into laughter, her face beaming like a chrysanthemum.
Her voice sounded as if mixed with honey, both sweet and warm.
Only when interacting with her precious granddaughter would Ma Xiulian, who could usually out-argue an entire family, become this gentle and tender in her speech.
The other members of the Chen Family also immediately leaned in to listen closely.
Helian Qiao replied in her soft voice, "I ate already, and you, Grandma?"
The smile on Ma Xiulian's face widened: "Grandma has also eaten. Is it hot or cold these days in the Capital? Are the clothes you brought enough to wear? If not, buy new clothes there."
Little Chen Hao stood on his tippy toes, stretching his neck out to shout, "Grandma, Grandma! I also want to talk to sister!"
Having said that, he couldn't help but stretch out his little hand, wanting to grab the telephone receiver.