Ye Ranran had become so confident, and Jun Mochan also played a part in this.
"I'm eighty percent sure, just waiting for the news now," Ye Ranran said, not speaking in absolutes, for after all, no one can predict the human heart completely.
"That's already very good, so do you plan to head back now or?"
Ye Ranran slightly moved the microphone away: "Mom, shall I take you home first?"
"I'll go back with you. It's been a long time since I cooked for you, I'll make something nice today."
Hearing that Ms. Huo intended to cook personally, Ye Ranran almost couldn't hold onto her phone.
"There's no need to go to all that trouble, you should rest," Ye Ranran weakly suggested.
"What? Afraid I'll ask you for help?" Ms. Huo saw right through Ye Ranran's reservations.
"Mom, I chose my wife myself, I don't expect her to cook," Jun Mochan's voice, increased in volume, came from the speaker.