Cheng Qiaobei had been waiting for Chen Ningxi's news, and it wasn't until almost 8 o'clock in the evening that he received her WeChat message.
Chen Ningxi: I just got home.
Cheng Qiaobei: How did it go?
This was the question he cared most about, and also the opportunity Chen Ningxi had finally obtained after striving for it all night.
She replied joyfully: Although my mom didn't verbally agree, she asked for you to come over tomorrow.
Cheng Qiaobei's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down a bit upon reading that line.
Cheng Qiaobei: What about uncle?
Chen Ningxi: My dad hasn't gotten off work yet, my mom will talk to him tonight, there shouldn't be any problem.
Cheng Qiaobei's recently settled heart was once again lifted, and his expression grew more serious.
Cheng Qiaobei: Okay.
Apart from trusting Chen Ningxi, there was nothing else he could do right now.