"For now, hold your horses," the very astute Jiang Yan decided, to observe the situation and only make a move at the most crucial moment.
One day, Manman, thinking that she and her father had troubled Zhou Yu too much, left her two children with her mother for the morning and came to Zhou Yu's law firm to say hello and casually invite him to lunch.
Accompanying her was Bai Lu, who happened to be off work. Giving them a lift was none other than Mr. Yao himself.
Yao Ziye sat in the driver's seat, glanced at the two of them sitting primly in the back through the rearview mirror, and smiled with a squint, "Want some dried fruit? I have hawthorn strips in my car."
"Sure," Bai Lu was the first to respond, found the dried fruit container in the car, opened the lid, and handed it over to Manman.
Manman took a strip and carefully bit into it.
As Bai Lu munched, she started a conversation, mainly with Mr. Yao, "I heard that Dr. Fan at your unit woke up."
"Yes," he replied.
