Liang Xiaoqi spoke to her son with a doting expression: "Your dad and I are flying out on the evening of the 28th and arriving in the morning of the 29th. Your dad mentioned that there are some business friends in Paris, so we're planning a little gathering."
"Alright," Song Zhen replied with certainty, "I'll have the house tidied up by afternoon on the 28th."
Logically, the conversation should end here.
But Song Zhen didn't hang up.
Liang Xiaoqi couldn't help but smile, breaking the silence, "Xiaozhen, do you have something else on your mind?"
Song Zhen hesitated a moment before speaking, a bit awkwardly, "Mom, do you know how to write a love letter to a girl?"
Liang Xiaoqi: "Huh?"
"Well, Zhouzhou mentioned she wants to receive a love letter," Song Zhen's tone was mixed with helplessness and embarrassment, "She said it should be sincere and romantic, among other things. I did alright in school with essays, but a love letter... I really haven't written one before."
