Warren Prescott lifted his eyelids and reminded Elder Prescott.
"Your profile picture hasn’t been changed yet."
"At this mont, who cares about that! Ashley’s score is what matters!"
Elder Prescott said hastily as he eagerly clicked on Ashley Shaw’s profile picture.
Mark, who was standing at the door, was dumbfounded.
Boy, that’s how you bring a sunflower ho... he sure learned sothing.
Then Grandpa Prescott suddenly paused and asked, "Eh? How do I make a call on WeChat again?"
The old man’s mory is fading, even though Warren Prescott had taught him several tis, almost losing patience.
But this ti, Warren was exceptionally patient and cooperatively took the phone from Grandpa Prescott.
He glanced down and saw that the chat interface was paused on an adorable rabbit winking sticker sent by Ashley Shaw.
The old man isn’t great at typing, so he sends voice ssages, and Ashley Shaw also accommodates him by replying in voice or using stickers.
Those cute and sotis quirky stickers have never been sent to Warren Prescott by Ashley Shaw.
He felt a slight, unendurable twinge of bitterness in his heart.
Clearly... when Ashley Shaw first ca to the family, he had a good relationship with her too.
If it weren’t for what happened later, they would have been childhood friends, right?
Would Ashley Shaw send him such cute stickers too?
In a mont of distraction, Elder Prescott waved a hand in front of his eyes.
"Daydreaming? Hurry and help call Ashley!"
Elder Prescott actually had Ashley Shaw’s phone number, but he had just learned to use WeChat and found it fascinating. Nowadays, he likes to use WeChat to contact others and asks familiar people whether they have WeChat, then adds them as friends.
If soone says they don’t have it, he would solemnly say, "You’re a bit out of touch with the tis."
But now he suddenly forgot how to operate it.
Warren Prescott snapped back to reality and manipulated the screen, lingering on the options of "Video Call" or "Voice Call."
The next mont, his finger landed on "Video Call."
The WeChat ringtone sounded.
But it was picked up after nearly just two rings.
Ashley Shaw’s face appeared on the phone screen.
Her mouth still carried a smile, showing her playful dimples.
It’s just that when she saw him on the other end, her smile imdiately faded.
It was obvious that the smile was ant for Grandpa, not for him.
"Why are you using Grandpa Prescott’s phone?"
"I..."
Just as Warren Prescott uttered a word, the phone was snatched away.
"Eh? Ashley, how co I can still see you."
Grandpa, with a look of curiosity, clearly hadn’t used the video call function before.
Warren Prescott glanced sideways and saw Ashley Shaw’s smile resurging.
"This is called a video call. You didn’t know, did you?"
"It’s my first ti using it; age has caught up with . I even forgot how to make a call on WeChat. Luckily, Warren was here."
Elder Prescott seemingly explained Warren Prescott’s appearance just now, possibly on purpose.
Ashley Shaw directly skipped the topic, coaxing the old man softly.
"You’re still very young; many of my peers haven’t used WeChat yet and are still using QQ."
Elder Prescott was instantly delighted.
The old man loves being praised for being young, even though he knows it’s flattery, it pleases him.
"By the way, Grandpa Prescott, is there sothing you wanted to tell ?"
Elder Prescott slapped his thigh.
"Look at ... I wanted to ask you, have you checked your exam scores yet?"
"I’ve checked; they were much better than I expected, among the top 20 in the province, though my exact rank is unknown."
"What, what, what?!" Elder Prescott suddenly stood up from the sofa.
It’s no wonder Elder Prescott reacted so strongly.
Before switching subjects, Ashley Shaw’s grades were around the cutoff for key institutions. Yet, just over a month before the exams, she switched to science and achieved such a score; it was truly astonishing.
"Top twenty," Ashley Shaw patiently repeated.
"Good, good, good..."
Elder Prescott, too excited, could only say "good."
Ashley Shaw’s eyes showed a warm smile.
"I shouldn’t have disappointed your expectations, right?"
"How could you disappoint! You made proud; I have a shining face, standing tall!" Elder Prescott said as he turned in circles: "No, this is cause for celebration, must host a few tables. Ashley, where are you now?"
"I..." Ashley hesitated for a mont but answered truthfully, "I’m at the KTV with friends from my part-ti job."
"KTV? Then wait for ; I’m coming to find you. Send the address, what’s it called? Location, yes."
"You’re coming?" Ashley Shaw was quite surprised.
"Yeah, wouldn’t want you to mind my old man’s aura, disrupting your young folks’ singing?"
"Of course not... but I need to tell my friends; our boss is treating us today."
"Don’t let your boss treat, I’ll treat!"
Ashley Shaw knew she couldn’t refuse, so she laughed and said, "Then I’ll thank you on behalf of our boss."
Elder Prescott has a good deanor and a bit of childlike innocence, making him quite popular with young folks.
She thought Ms. Grant and the others wouldn’t mind, so she nodded: "I’ll send the location now?"
"Alright, then I’ll hang up, change my clothes, and co over."
Elder Prescott pressed the red button to end the call and rushed upstairs.
When he ca back downstairs, he saw Warren Prescott had also changed clothes.
He took off his suit and was wearing his usual casual clothes; he looked far more like a student than when he wore a suit.
However, probably after working in the company for more than half a month, he had beco considerably more composed compared to when he was studying.
"Why did you change clothes too?" Elder Prescott asked.
Warren Prescott replied matter-of-factly, "I’ll take you there. Those places are mixed gatherings, not safe for you to go alone."
Whether Elder Prescott thought of sothing or not, he sneered a bit, almost wanting to mock.
But in the end, he held back, didn’t break the ice, only urged, "What are you standing here for? Go get the car!"
Warren Prescott got his driver’s license right after turning eighteen, and now he has both a motorcycle and car license.
"Okay."
Warren Prescott curved his lips slightly, knowing his grandpa saw through his "sche."
But his grandpa didn’t reject, so it ant he tacitly agreed with his actions.
Warren Prescott felt a big weight slowly lift from his heart.
After getting in the car, Elder Prescott refreshed his phone and said, "Hold on, Ashley hasn’t sent the location; let call and ask..."
"No need, I know where it is."
In the brief mont the video call started, Warren Prescott had already seen where Ashley Shaw was.
Mic King KTV.
Coincidentally, it’s one of The Prescott Group’s properties.
The car quickly departed the villa area and headed towards the "Mic King."
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