The shrieking was a little grating, but no one sitting in the living room moved.
The old woman came out when she heard the cry and hurriedly asked, "What happened? That sounded like my grandson!"
Xu Huo went over to support her and led her toward the living room. "Ma'am, do you miss your grandson too much?"
"There was a voice just now. Didn't you hear it?" The old woman looked suspicious.
"No." Zhu Xiaojin played dumb, then sighed with feeling. "You're such a wonderful grandma, so loving toward your grandson. It's a shame my grandma passed away when I was very young. Otherwise, I bet she'd be just like you."
The old woman's face, twisted with worry, gradually relaxed. She smiled and said, "That's right. There isn't a grandmother in the world who doesn't love her grandson. As long as he's doing well, I'd be willing to do anything."
She peered at Xu Huo and the others through her drooping eyelids. At last, her gaze settled on the painted woman. "Young lady, there aren't enough rooms in the house. Come sleep with me tonight."
The painted woman was just as direct. She held up her Communicator, which displayed three large characters: "I'm not doing it."
The old woman didn't take offense at her rudeness, but she clearly disliked that the girl couldn't speak. "A mute, is she? What a shame, when she's so pretty..."
As she spoke, she turned her gaze to Tang Yu, her face full of warmth. "Young lady, why don't you sleep with me?"
Tang Yu smiled faintly. "Sure. I'd like to know what it feels like to have a grandma dote on me."
To show her goodwill, the old woman cooked them dinner. Afterward, Tang Yu volunteered to take a look at her grandson's room,