Noon.
In his bedroom.
The two of them were putting their clothes back on.
At this moment, Zhang Ye's mother called to hurry them up.
"Mom."
"What are you doing?"
"Getting ready to leave."
"Why are you so slow? Your aunt and cousin are waiting."
"We'll be there immediately. We just finished watching the rebroadcast of the Spring Festival Gala."
"Hurry up."
"Got it."
The call ended.
Wu Zeqing chuckled. "Never does a word of truth come out of your mouth."
"Heh, then what should I have said?" Zhang Ye got dressed very quickly. When he saw that Old Wu was still only half-dressed, he said, "I'm gonna head downstairs to warm up the car."
Old Wu said, "OK, I'll be right behind you."
