Despite her words, Zhang Yuxi was still worried. By the time it was ten-thirty, she was ready to make a call.
"I said she'd be home by eleven-thirty at the latest. Let's wait a bit longer," Lin Feng persuaded her.
At eleven-twenty-five, she came back, right on the dot. Her parents were still in the living room, and it looked as if they had been waiting for a long time.
"Mom, Dad, you're not asleep yet?"
"We're still up," Lin Feng said. "Your mother and I were just discussing how to make Xing Yun's summer meaningful."
"Oh," Erbao said. "In that case, you two continue discussing. I'm going to bed."
"Go ahead," Lin Feng nodded.
After taking a few steps, Erbao turned back. "Dad, you know some medical techniques, right?"
Zhang Yuxi shot a sharp look at her. "What's wrong with you?"
