Elder Yin observed his grandson's handsome face. "You seem to be in a good mood?"
Carl paused, his fingers stilling on the prayer beads. "Do I?"
Elder Yin picked up his tea cup. "The house has been stolen, and you're still smiling. If that's not being in a good mood, then what is it? You brat!"
Carl knew his grandfather was still upset with him for not taking better care of his health. He poured a cup of tea. "Grandpa, James should have already told you about my recent health status... and some of the people I've met."
Elder Yin looked up, refusing to admit anything. "James is your bodyguard. Why would he tell me these details?"
"You're right, Grandpa," Carl said with a smile.
Elder Yin was truly tired of playing this game of cat-and-mouse with his grandson. The Jenkins family was kn
