The old lady let out an embarrassed laugh, "Shiting, your grandmother has thought about it carefully and agrees with what you said. Indeed, I'm getting older and my energy is limited, so I won't get involved in this matter anymore. You and Gu Li should come to the Song's house tomorrow together. I'll have the kitchen prepare some delicious food for you."
"Hmm, we'll see."
After Mo Shiting spoke these vague words, he promptly hung up.
At this moment, another call came in providentially from Lu Cong.
"Bro, I just got back to the country this afternoon. Let's go out and have a drink tonight to celebrate you officially leaving the bachelorhood!"
"No."
Mo Shiting decisively refused.
Unexpectedly, Lu Cong spoke a second later, "You really don't want to come? Don't you want to know about Little Pear's master's whereabouts?"
Mo Shiting: "You have news?"
Lu Cong: "Of course! I wouldn't deceive you."
"Wait for me."