"Weiwei, are you guys going to the study to look at the materials?" Xue Baozhu, carrying a plate of fruits, followed closely behind Ye Weiwei and Zhang Chi.
Zhang Chi nodded, "Yeah, to the study."
"No, no, the study is occupied tonight. Your dad promised to do a live stream there. You guys should go to the bedroom instead. Don't disturb our live stream!" Xue Baozhu hustled her son along with a tone of disgust.
Zhang Chi looked confused; he had no idea that his own parents were into live streaming.
"What are you still dawdling for? We have a fan base too, you know. If we don't stream, our fans will leave," Xue Baozhu glared at her son as if he was ruining her career.
Knowing his parents' temperaments all too well, Zhang Chi had no choice but to turn to Ye Weiwei and say, "Let's go to the bedroom. Do you mind?"
Ye Weiwei, ever candid, didn't have any objections to speak of.
So the two of them went into Zhang Chi's bedroom with their laptops in tow.