Pan Ge rolled her eyes.
If you're not clueless, then there are no greenhorns in the world.
She racked her brain, trying to put up a struggle.
But then Zhao Anni made the final call, "Alright, that's settled. Tomorrow evening you invite Han Lie over to our house, and we'll treat him to a homemade feast!"
Sigh...
I'm defeated...
Pan Ge looked bewildered, her delicate little face scrunched up, utterly dejected as if life held no more appeal.
"Remember, tomorrow night at 6 o'clock, you make sure to contact him. Mom will prepare a big feast for you two~~~"
"I know..." Pan Ge replied listlessly, pouting as she staggered upstairs.
The couple watched her retreating figure until she vanished, then exchanged a look, both wearing expressions of concern.
"Old Pan, you're right, the situation is indeed a bit worrisome."
