Because this trip was so sudden, last night after Xiang Qichen bought the plane tickets, Zhou Huaiyi hurriedly remembered to inform Old Zhou. As expected, Old Zhou scolded him—
"Saying you'll come back just like that, can't you tell us earlier? Calling so late, how are we supposed to prepare in advance?"
Zhou Huaiyi listened to the scolding with an innocent expression: "I only have two days off on the weekend... Besides, there's nothing for you guys to prepare. It's not like I haven't been home before."
Old Zhou was even more displeased, rasping with his smoker's voice: "But this time you're bringing back your boyfriend. Shouldn't we at least tidy up a bit? Huh? Seriously!"
Zhou Huaiyi: "..."
How is this my fault!
Feeling wronged inside, Zhou Huaiyi turned to glare at Xiang Qichen, who was lying on the bed playing with his phone, looking resentful.
At this point, Old Zhou softened his tone and asked, "What time is your flight tomorrow?"
