On a brand new Monday, Mu Qiu finally got over the torment of the first two days of her period and started working on her new writing project outline.
Cheng Zhirang had a shoot in the afternoon, so he left after accompanying her for lunch.
She was alone on the large balcony on the second floor, typing away while humming to herself, enjoying the bliss of solitude.
With her thoughts clear, she reconsidered about having dinner with the parents on Thursday.
Maybe it was Cheng Zhirang's mother who wanted to see her, or maybe she wanted to see how she and Cheng Zhirang got along?
After all, her son hadn't dated until he was twenty-nine, and rumors of his secret marriage and a child had been spreading like wildfire, which was a real concern.
So this dinner was just a meet-and-greet and didn't mean the relationship was getting deeper, so she didn't need to worry too much.
Ping ding.
She received two messages in quick succession and picked up her phone from the sofa to check.
