Si Ze and Yan Mo went downstairs and left the hotel. When they reached the hotel entrance, Si Ze hadn't spoken yet.

Yan Mo pointed at the taxi that had stopped in front of the Regal Hotel:

"Mr. Si, you don't have to send me off today. I called a taxi."

"Yeah." Si Ze pinched his eyebrows. Since she called a taxi, he didn't say anything else and got in the car.

"Goodbye, Mr. Si." Yan Mo waved goodbye.

Si Ze, who was sitting in the car, responded politely:

"goodbye."

Watching the car slowly drive away, Yan Mo also got into a taxi.

Yan Mo returned home and his father had not come back yet. What was strange was that his mother came home so early tonight and was still cooking.

She lifted her foot to the threshold of the house, then retracted it, stepped back into the courtyard, and looked up to the west.

That's right, the sun sets in the west! Yan Mo looked at his watch again. Six o'clock is still early.

It was really unusual; her mother hadn't cooked in ages. Even on the days she came home, her aunt was the main cook, and she helped out. It was a rare occasion.

"Momo, what are you looking at?" A tall and thin man in his forties walked out of Yan Mo's house.

She finally understood that her mother would cook tonight.

It turned out that her uncle Yan Yang came to her house.

"Uncle, I'm here." Yan Mo retracted his gaze and greeted him with a smile.

"Well, it's been a while since you last came to see me." Yan Yang looked Yan Mo up and down. "It's been a while since I last saw my niece. She's getting prettier and prettier. She's even prettier than any popular star nowadays."