Seeing that Mo Qian was in a hurry to leave, Zhuang Ming spoke gently, "You should hurry home. You can't let the old lady wait for you like this. Leave the rest to me. I'll handle it."
When Zhuang Ming said he would handle it, he shifted his gaze to look at Ye Zheng, who had a gloomy expression.
Mo Qian shook his head slightly and looked up at Zhuang Ming. "There's no hurry. There's no need to dirty your hands, Uncle Zhuang. I'll take care of it later. It's getting late, and it's time to leave. Uncle, do you want to come with us?"
When Zhuang Ming saw Mo Qian's reaction, he stopped being embarrassed to decline. He laughed out loud and said bluntly, "You're right. Let's go out together then. My driver is waiting for me. If I go back late, your aunt Lin probably won't let me off easily!"
