Yu Huizhi spoke up, also reminding Li Peifeng to watch the time. The seventh is almost here, and you need to make a decision before 7 am on the seventh.
Then, Li Qiyuan asked, "When will Zhao Qingge arrive?"
"Around 5 pm."
Li Peifeng glanced at the dining table where everyone was looking at him, and his gaze gradually hardened: "I know, don't rush me. Tonight, when everyone is here, if possible, I'll give an answer before the seventh..."
"No need to wait for the seventh?"
Li Peifeng's tone grew firm: "I've made up my mind, there's no point dragging it to the morning of the seventh!"
Li Qiyuan nodded slightly: "It's good to do it a bit early."
Yu Huizhi agreed: "Then wait for Qingge to arrive, and you can tell them."
Li Qiyuan suddenly held his wife's hand and looked at Li Peifeng with a hint: "Today your mom and I might be working late, so can you handle dinner by yourself?"
