After ending the call, Shen Qinglan turned to Wen Xiyao and said, "Daniel said he'd discuss it with the old man. Due to health reasons, the old man really hasn't been writing much these past two years, so it's not certain whether it can be done."
Wen Xiyao smiled slightly, "Regardless of whether it works out, I still have to thank you for this."
"Xi Yao, we're family, there's no need to thank me."
Hearing this, Wen Xiyao readily responded, "That's true, there's no need for such formality between family members. Oh, by the way, my mom asked me to check with you, did you like the dried fruit she sent last time?"
"Mm, they tasted quite good," Shen Qinglan recalled a bag of dried fruit that Shen Junyu had brought her a few days ago, which was supposedly from Wen Xiyao. It must have been sent by Mrs. Wen.
"If you like them, I can ask my mom to send some more."
"Xi Yao, I still haven't finished what you gave me last time; there's no need to trouble your mother," Shen Qinglan replied.
