Zhou Jingwei glanced over, and the smile on the corners of his lips deepened as he said, "That's really nice."
It seemed like a sigh.
In that word "nice", Cheng Weiyue's heart was overcome by waves of tender emotions.
Yet Zhou Jingwei suddenly changed the subject, "Yueyue, do you not have to work tomorrow?"
Cheng Weiyue said that was correct.
The smile in Zhou Jingwei's eyes spread as he softly asked, "Then… can I accompany Yueyue to go home and meet your father and mother, would that be okay?"
Perhaps it was the excessive tenderness in his voice, by the time Cheng Weiyue reacted, her cheeks were flushed red: "You want to go… to meet my parents?"
Zhou Jingwei laughed softly, quite lightly but with certainty: "Yes, and also to meet my future parents-in-law."
For a moment, Cheng Weiyue didn't know what to say.