"Oh no! Why did it start raining all of a sudden? You two should stay overnight then!"
She had yet to regain her senses when the unexpected decision of the grandmother rang in her ears.
Zhuo Jian felt utterly desolate, but she quickly revived and pleaded pitifully, "Grandma, I just remembered I've got an article to write, I need to go back and work overtime."
"Your Station Head still dares to make you work overtime?"
The usually silent young master suddenly spoke up.
The elders suddenly felt there was something they didn't know and curiously looked at the two of them.
Immediately after, they heard Fu Yanye say, "Give me his number."
Zhuo Jian watched as he took out his phone. Was he about to call the Station Head to reprimand him?
"The article writing isn't the Station Head's business, this is a freelance job I took on."
Zhuo Jian had no choice but to explain to him, fearing he would frighten someone of such an age terribly.