The next morning, Ji Qingyan woke up early to cook for Lin Yi.
To her, this was a blissful affair.
"It's almost New Year's Day. When do you plan to return to Yangcheng?" She asked during dinner.
"Around the 29th," Lin Yi said, "After all, it's the new year. There's a lot of things that they need to prepare. I'll go back and help."
"Hehe, then I'll go with you."
"Huh? Didn't you say that you were going home for the New Year?"
"I don't have to worry about my family. I can go with you first and come back on the 31st. Anyway, it's only two hours from Zhonghai to Yangcheng. I'll take a plane back on the 31st."
"Isn't that too hectic?"
"No, I used to go on business trips too. It's alright."
"Alright, let's go together then. My mom can even give you a red packet. It's free money. It'll be a waste not to take it."
"Mother Wang and the others are old. We should be the ones giving them money, okay?"
