"Yeah, you'd better not catch a cold, it's already gotten chilly outside, go on up," Mrs. Zhou urged as well.
"Mhm." Mo Yaoyao obediently went upstairs.
It wasn't until Mo Yaoyao disappeared at the second-floor stairwell that Mrs. Zhou's mood perked up again, "We'll let it go for today, but starting tomorrow I'll begin arranging your dates one by one."
"Suit yourself, but don't disrupt my work, and you need to ask me in advance when you set up any meeting times to see if I'm free."
"Why must you make things so complicated?" Mrs. Zhou glared at him.
Zhou Ping still looked upstairs, leaned back on the sofa with his legs outstretched, arms open resting on its back, as if to say dead pigs aren't afraid of boiling water, "I never wanted to do this in the first place. If you don't agree to these terms, then fine, I won't go at all."