The next day.
On the morning of departure.
Wu Zeqing was making breakfast while Zhang Ye's mother was helping him with his luggage.
"Are you bringing your toothbrush?"
"They have one over there. I don't need to bring one."
"Bring a towel. The ones at the hotel are not clean."
"Aiya, there's no need to."
"Why do you have to go there for so many days?"
"Hai, I just want to go there and hang out."
"You must watch out when you get there."
"I know, Mom. Don't you know how skilled I am at fighting?"
"Who's talking about you? I was talking about watching out for other people's safety. Don't create any more trouble when you're over there. Otherwise, how are you going to come back if you get arrested by the police?"
"I won't, don't worry."
"Like I could possibly not worry about that temper of yours!"
"Just help me take care of Old Wu over here."
"Need you ask? Just go on your trip."
