"..."
Mo Shiche didn't speak again.
Senior Madame Mo dragged him at the entrance and talked for over an hour, and only stopped when she got tired, patting her chest to ease her anger.
Mo Shiche had remained silent throughout the process and only now spoke faintly, "I'm going upstairs."
"I'll book the best Western restaurant in Jiang City for tomorrow, and you'll take Qiangwei out for a meal, that what's-it-called dinner..." Senior Madame Mo called out to her grandson's retreating back, "Anyway, you better perform well, and don't glare at your wife again, my great-grandchild will be scared away by your frowns!"
Candlelight dinner?
Mo Shiche's footsteps didn't falter, but his eyes narrowed slightly.
He remembered that two years ago, Luo Qiangwei often waited for him outside the company, pestering him about wanting to go for a 'candlelight dinner', and even prepared many roses and candles. However, he had been running a high fever every night then, so he never went.
