Once again, it was the weekend. Yang Chen marveled at how quickly time passed. Tomorrow morning, he would go to the hospital to pick up Lin Ruoxi. In the blink of an eye, two weeks had passed.
Early in the morning, Wang Ma had already prepared a sumptuous breakfast downstairs. Knowing that Yang Chen had a hearty appetite, Wang Ma had habitually made an extra portion of each type of breakfast. She would also turn on the TV, tuning it to the morning news channel – a thoughtful touch.
Initially, Yang Chen found it a little hard to adjust to such a "pampered" lifestyle. However, he soon realized that if he didn't let Wang Ma do these things, she would feel uneasy and even get upset. So, he went along with it and indulged himself.
"Sir, Miss will be coming back early tomorrow morning. Should we buy some flowers to celebrate? Miss might like that," Wang Ma suggested with a smile.
