"Jingjing, why have you suddenly become interested in architectural design? I remember you didn't like this major before," Wei Zhiguo probed dispassionately, having felt since the incident 20 years ago that nothing in the world was impossible.
Wei Anning responded indifferently, "What I didn't like before, I may like now; and what I liked before, I might not like now. Aren't people always so fickle?"
Wei Zhiguo's brows furrowed; this evasive answer was indeed watertight. "You're right, people should try many things, learning is endless, and one should never stop progressing."
"By the way, it's your mother's birthday in a few days. You and Ah Chen should come back to spend it with her, make her happy," he added.
Wei Anning glanced at Wei Zhiguo and said, "Alright."
Wei Zhiguo's pupils shrank slightly; his wife's birthday was clearly in the second half of the year. He had deliberately mentioned it to test her, yet she didn't even remember her own mother's birthday.
