Wen Nuan stuck out her tongue. Ye Feimo wasn't a child who tended to please elders, so why had her mother changed her tune?
"What did your mom say?" Right after she hung up the phone, Ye Feimo, with raised eyebrows, asked. It was almost New Year's Day, and Ye Feimo had also started his holiday. Both of them were cooped up in the living room, one reviewing the year's summary, the other revising.
Wen Nuan said, "My mom said that after New Year's Day, we should take you home for dinner."
Ye Feimo's eyebrows lifted, his gaze shifting from the report to Wen Nuan. "Okay."
"You really agree quickly."
"Not accepting an elder's invitation would be very impolite." Ye Feimo said without a change in facial color, while Wen Nuan looked at him with disdain. Ye Feimo also knew what rudeness meant? The sun must be rising from the west.
How many elders spoke to him, but he never took any of them seriously.
Wait…
New Year's...
