"Uncle Zhuo, don't worry, I won't cause trouble for Zhuoyue. However, even though we're helping Xue'er, Zhuoyue needs to be diligent. Otherwise, you know Jiang Xue's temperament. If she sends him back, it won't be good."
Before Mr. Zhuo could speak, Zhuoyue quickly chimed in, "Brother Cheng, don't worry, I definitely won't slack off. I'll make sure to help my sister-in-law do things properly."
"Remember what you said. Here's Xue'er's address and contact information. Let me know when you're leaving, and I'll give her a call then."
"Thanks, Brother Cheng. I'll go home to pack now, and I'll leave tomorrow," Zhuoyue said eagerly, grabbing Jiang Xue's contact information and hurriedly heading home.
Mr. Zhuo watched and shook his head. His son might be in his twenties, but he's still so impatient. Looking at Mu Qiancheng, he's much more composed.
"Qian Cheng, thank you!" Mr. Zhuo said gratefully. He had always wanted Zhuoyue to go out and find something to do.
