An hour later, Ye Fan drove away from the hotel to head home.
By the time he got home, it was already past nine-thirty in the morning, and, since he hadn't changed clothes, Ye Fan naturally had to take a shower and change.
After ten, having had something to eat, Ye Fan sat on the sofa in the first-floor living room watching TV.
Just past eleven, his cell phone rang. Picking it up, Ye Fan saw it was his mom's call.
"Son, the evaluation results for your wife's 'Biomedical New Project Planning' are out," Ye Fan's mom said with a laugh.
Ye Fan asked, "How's the evaluation?"
"A-. I've already sent the detailed analysis to your email," chuckled his mom, "Heehee, I didn't expect your wife to have seventy or eighty percent of my old skills."
"Oh, thanks, Mom. I'll go take a look," Ye Fan replied.
"Okay," said Ye Fan's mom.