After hanging up the phone, Zhai Sheng returned to his seat. He picked up his bowl of rice and resumed eating.
Miao Jing could no longer hold herself back. "What did Hua Hua say? Has that Wei De left?"
"No, he wants to stay at home for dinner. We'll go back at around half-past six later."
"…" Miao Jing frowned. Reluctance was written all over her face. "There are two beds in Nan Nan's room. Can I not go back?" It was not like she had not slept over at the house of the Qiao family before. There should not be any issue.
"Mom." Zhai Sheng only said it once and Miao Jing did not protest further.
However, also because of Zhai Sheng's words, Miao Jing took her time to finish the remaining half bowl of rice. She nearly placed the grains of rice into her mouth one by one.
