Miscalculation

"Will you go on Sunday?"

"Of course, I have to go. With your personality, you can hardly say ten words in three hours. How can you complete the task without me?" Zhou Mo said, determined to go.

Han Chen chuckled, "Make sure you dress up nicely, I'm afraid of embarrassing myself."

"Am I not naturally beautiful enough? Don't I look good enough now? Huh?" Zhou Mo proudly raised her neck.

Their eyes met, and Han Chen turned away uncomfortably, softly saying, "Hmm."

Zhou Mo thought he would retort, but to her surprise, Han Chen actually admitted it. A hot flush surged up her neck, coloring half of her face crimson.

"I'll take you back."

"Okay."

...

Thursday.

Zhou Mo was in Shen Qingyi's office, listening to her assign work.

After discussing the business, Shen Qingyi asked, "Do you know that Liu Kai's father's surgery is scheduled for tomorrow?"

"Yes," Zhou Mo nodded. Han Chen had already sent her the schedule for the surgery early on.