After sending the message, Yan Beihan smiled slyly.
Report?
Report what? She had to turn the tables directly! It wasn't that I couldn't think of it—it was that you, old man, didn't think of it.
Yan Nan's reply came soon, brimming with astonishment. "Yo? My Xiao Han woke up? Tell me, who brought you around? In your grandfather's estimation, you should've needed another half a month of hard work before waking up."
Yan Beihan's heart suddenly jolted.
Sure enough, that old geezer had been watching her make a fool of herself all along.
"Did you really need someone to remind me?"
Yan Beihan replied guiltily, "After I took it down, I've been cleaning up while waiting for the people you sent to come and take over. I thought you'd send someone down soon, but I waited and waited, and no one came. Did you forget?"
Yan Nan smiled confidently. "Stop making excuses. Just tell me who reminded you. As long as you tell me, your grandfather will treat it as your own achievement and awakening."
Yan Beihan was depressed. "Grandpa, what makes you so certain? Don't you believe me?"
Yan Nan burst out laughing. "That's right. I absolutely don't believe you! Hurry up and tell the truth. Your grandfather has a reward."
That dead girl turns the tables every time she feels guilty. If she were simply making a normal report, I might actually believe her.
But once she starts turning the tables, I can tell she's trying to fool me without even using my brain.
"Grandpa, you have to tell me why!" Yan Beihan grew anxious.
"No reason. It's all a matter of experience."
Yan Nan said lightly, "Your grandfather has sold leeks for tens of thousands of years. Can't I handle one tender scallion like you? After being