Liang Weining left a message and that was the end of it. She peeled the last grape and got up to wash her hands in the bathroom.
Seeing his daughter so composed, Old Liang suddenly calmed down.
What's there to hurry for?
No matter how impressive the background, can it grow three heads and six arms?
No rush.
Putting his phone down, under his wife's half-smiling gaze, Old Liang leaned back into the sofa chair with ease and refocused his attention on the Spring Festival Gala program.
Returning to the living room, Liang Weining observed her father's expression without showing any sign of doing so.
No reaction.
He could even be described as expressionless.
She wondered if he actually did a search or not.
Let it be.
After all, everything that needed to be said had been said; she'd leave her parents to digest it slowly. Some things have to be done step by step.
Nearing midnight, she received New Year's greetings from Zhuang Jiming.
