Later in the afternoon.
Around 3 PM.
With the jingling of keys opening the door, Zhang Ye pushed it open from the outside and walked into his house. The moment he stepped in, he could hear a singing program currently playing on television and knew his parents were already awake from their nap.
"Little Ye?" His mother stepped out to take a look.
"It's me." Zhang Ye bent down to remove his shoes. "Did I wake you?"
His mother said, "I just woke up. Where did you go?"
Zhang Ye took the newspaper from the mailbox and passed it to his mother. "Nowhere important. Someone came to look for me from Beijing Television Station, so I went out for a short meeting."
"They were looking for you?" His father also looked over and asked.
His mother also guessed what was going on and said, "They're meaning to ask you to go back?"
Zhang Ye nodded and said, "They want me to go back to help them with a primetime slot on Friday nights. It's a program handled by my ex-leader, Hu Fei."
