After ten o'clock in the evening, Zhang Jiaojiao sat on the sofa waiting for her younger son to come home.
Wu Ershun was carrying a few bags in his hands, which he had gone to the market to buy specially that afternoon. There was no helping it; he was going on a long trip and of course needed to get a few presentable clothes.
Wu Yifan was also carrying a few bags. In the nighttime light, although his complexion appeared somewhat eerie, it didn't prevent Zhang Jiaojiao from thinking he looked healthy, sunny, and handsome.
"Yifan, you've been tired all afternoon, go take a shower quickly, and tomorrow you still have to catch the car," Zhang Jiaojiao said as soon as Wu Yifan arrived home, taking the things from his hands and urging him to bathe.
Wu Yifan nodded, "Okay."
Before going upstairs, he added, "Mom, I'll organize my own stuff later, just help me with the medicine."
