Xu Moyao didn't say what she planned to do.
She just took out her phone in front of him and applied for a ten-day leave from the counselor, saying: My dad is dead.
Sun Dasheng didn't need her to explain; he understood her intention.
Her actions were decisively bold.
But...
Isn't it a bit too filial?
Using such a reason to ask for leave, well, he's never seen anyone do that.
Today was an eye-opener for him.
After hanging up, she coolly flicked her bangs:
"It was agreed at a thousand a day. Since you paid ten times the price, I'll accompany you for ten days."
Sun Dasheng didn't refuse but raised a question: "Are Hangzhou City's attractions enough for ten days?"
Um...
A trace of barely noticeable embarrassment appeared on Xu Moyao's face.
Her actions were cool, but not thoroughly thought through.
Can you really spend ten days in Hangzhou City? Or rather, can you walk around West Lake for ten days?
The answer is, of course, no.
