4 PM, at Zhao Qingge's home in the Saint Elephant International District.
"Why didn't you even meet the boy your Uncle Wang introduced?"
A middle-aged, elegantly dressed woman with understated makeup and a resemblance to Zhao Qingge was speaking to her with some reproach in the study.
"Even if you didn't want to meet him, at least chat a bit on WeChat before rejecting him. Your actions were quite rude, leaving Wang Wei and that boy in an awkward position!"
Li Xin, the deputy dean of the School of International Trade at Yandu University of Finance and Economics, and Zhao Qingge's mother, had come to her daughter's house specifically for this matter today.
"Really? I've already apologized to him and will do so again if we meet."
Zhao Qingge replied casually, her eyes focused on the word document on the computer, which was the novel outline sent by Li Peifeng.
"Look at me!"
