"Let's do it another day," Zhou Jingwei paused, then explained in a low voice, "Didn't you say you hadn't told uncle and auntie about your return?"
"That's true; they definitely haven't cooked for us." Cheng Weiyue smiled at him, her tone was very good: "Then... will you come next time?"
Zhou Jingwei said he would come; perhaps feeling that his answer was too simple, he added, "Yueyue's parents, of course, I should visit more often."
"That's not what I meant," Cheng Weiyue pinched the seatbelt in her palm and looked out the window, stubbornly saying, "I was just asking casually."
But when the car arrived, she couldn't help but look at him again, whispering softly, "Zhou Jingwei, let me know when you get home."
She couldn't bear to part with him.
Although she didn't say it, Zhou Jingwei felt it.
She was too young and didn't hide her feelings at all.
Zhou Jingwei's heart was soft; he kissed her forehead and said, "I'll come over after dinner to keep you company."
