Zuo is still frowning, and he can't figure it out in his heart, really worried that his son will do something foolish.

What kind of person is he, the people who follow him will never dare to talk like this.

I'm afraid it's the truth!

Ye Qintian turned his gaze back from the door, looked at his worried and anxious wife, and sighed lightly.

"Is it true, ask him!"

Zuo still blinked, came back to his senses, and quickly called the night owl, but unfortunately it turned off.

"It's off!" She was in a hurry.

"Give that a call!" Ye Qin Tian directly ordered the housekeeper who had just come in, and the housekeeper immediately called the Phoenix Manor, and it was Uncle Li's call.

"Where's the night owl?" Zuo still asked directly.

"Young master, young master is resting, I drank too much today!" Uncle Li didn't dare to say that the night owl was injured, so he made an excuse.

After all, now that the night owl has not woken up, it is difficult for him to find the night owl to answer the call from the old house.

Entertainment!?

Zuo still frowned even deeper, she knew the amount of alcohol her son, and besides, what time would it be, and the entertainment would be over?

She muttered a few words, "The party is over so early, who are you drinking with?" He's still drunk, he can't deliberately not answer my calls, right? ”

Uncle Li's sweat was dripping, and he hurriedly explained, "The young master really fell asleep, maybe it was an afternoon party, he didn't say anything, he fell asleep when he came back!" ”

The night owl did come back and fell asleep, but instead of being drunk, he had a fever.

He didn't dare to say anything, lest the old lady come and bump into the young lady and them.

Zuo still didn't have a problem, so he had to ask the housekeeper to call the two children to come over and answer the phone.

"Little Imperial Young Master, Little Book Young Master, Madame's phone!"

Uncle Li hurried to call someone.

Hearing that it was grandma's call, Ye Tingyu subconsciously looked at Bai Xiaotu, who met his gaze and nodded with a smile, "Go answer the phone!" ”

"Hmm!"

Ye Tingyu answered and beckoned his brother to go over.

Da Rui wrung his brows, and his eyes followed the two brothers, is that their grandmother?

"Let's eat!"

The white rabbit interrupted the attention of several children and whispered orders.

Now their identities are embarrassing, and it's really hard for the night owl's relatives to know.

"Grandma! Are you looking for us? ”

Ye Thunder Yu held the microphone, next to the Night Thunder Book, and greeted Zuo on the other end.

Hearing the voice of the little grandson, Zuo Yi had a doting smile on his face, and responded gently.

"Have you eaten obediently?"

"Eating!"

"Oh...... Are you daddy together, too? Zuo still asked the children again.

"Daddy is sleeping!"

Both brothers had heard what Uncle Li said just now, and Uncle Li was giving them a look on the side, so they naturally knew what to say.

Zuo still looked at Ye Qintian and continued to ask, "Babies, did Aunt Fang go to your side today?" ”

"yes!" Night Thunder Yu obediently replied, and his eyes met with Night Thunder Book.

"Did anyone say anything bad to her?" Zuo still probed softly, hoping to get an answer from the mouths of his two grandsons.

Ye Ting's eyes flashed, and he knew that it was Fang Feifei who went to the old mansion to complain, his little face sank, and he suddenly said to the other side.

The tone is aggrieved.

"Grandma, she scolded her brother!"

"What?" Zuo was still taken aback.

"She laughed at her brother's eyes......"

"Bastard!"

When Zuo still heard it, he was so embarrassed that his angry face turned black.

Fang Feifei actually scolded her precious grandson!?

Dare to come here and fight a rake?

"What did the kids say?" Ye Qintian didn't hear it, and when he saw his wife's angry expression, he was anxious.

"Old night, that Fang Feifei scolded our family's baby, laughing at Xiaoshu's bad eyes!" Zuo still felt sorry for the child, and his eyes were red with anger.

Ye Qintian's face quickly darkened.