Sitting in the car heading home, Mo Jingchun noticed Zhou Yaling looked troubled, lost in her thoughts.
Buckling up, Mo Jingchun asked with a smile:
"What's the matter, Miss Zhou? Could it be because you're going on a blind date when we get home?"
"I remember someone used to say, 'It's just a blind date, no big deal.'"
Teased by her brother, Zhou Yaling retorted irritably:
"It's not you going on a blind date, easy for you to say."
"Do you think Dad's gone crazy, planning one for me every day from tomorrow until the 29th of the lunar month?"
"And worse, I have to cook for them every noon. It's not like there's anything certain yet! Why must the blind date be at the girl's house? Can't they just meet anywhere outside?"
After giving the signal for the convoy to start, Mo Jingchun turned back and said to Zhou Yaling with a smile: "You have a nice dream there, thinking our hometown is a big city where you can just meet up anywhere."
