The fourth day of the New Year.
Zhang Ningzhi came over, a little nervous. She wasn't coming back alone—she'd brought a certain "Manager Yao" with her.
The latter had gone home, so he was going to have to face it sooner or later.
On this, Jiang Nian didn't comment. After all, it was someone else's family business; what if they patched things up again in a few years.
So he just went straight to pick up Zhizhi.
In the car.
"I'm so nervous, my heart just keeps pounding." Zhang Ningzhi sat in the passenger seat, touched her phone, then put it down again.
"Your parents are home, right? They're not waiting on us?"
"Yeah."
Jiang Nian turned the steering wheel while chatting, "One of them's getting the food ready, the other's making tea."
"Huh?"
On the other side, Old Jiang poured out the warm water. There was actually a full tea set for brewing, but he insisted on doing it all by hand.
Gurgle gurgle—the kettle was boiling again.
"They here yet?"
