On the other side, Zhu Yun was driving Pei Yan home.
In the dappled light and shadow, the young man leaned lazily against the passenger seat, with one arm casually draped over the window. His black eyes were quietly fixated on the cell phone in his hand, as if waiting for something.
As the clock neared eleven, a WeChat message popped up on the screen.
At the same time, the voice of Zhu Yun from the driver's seat came through with advice, "Yan, remember you can't get your hand wet for the next few days, no heavy lifting, avoid spicy and greasy foods, just hang in there until the new skin grows."
Pei Yan glanced indifferently at the content of the WeChat message, a slight arc forming on his lips, "Mhm, I'll remember, godmother."
"Tomorrow early in the morning, Yaoyao and I will go buy groceries first; you can come over for breakfast after you wake up. I'll leave you a key later."
"Okay."
"Old Pei has a business trip to California tomorrow; you know that, right?"
"I know."