Ye Qiu couldn't be bothered with those matters and didn't say much more to Song Ying before directly hanging up the phone.
After returning to the villa and packing two sets of casual clothes into his backpack, he headed over to Wang Yulian's villa.
It was only a little past two in the afternoon, still early, as Zhou Wenting stuffed all her belongings into a rolling suitcase and placed it in the trunk of Ye Qiu's car.
"Wenting, what time is your flight?"
"Mom, it's at seven-thirty tonight."
Zhou Wenting replied.
"Then let's have dinner at home before you head out."
Wang Yulian doted on her youngest daughter dearly. Although she was a bit worried now that Zhou Wenting was heading to France with Ye Qiu again, she didn't try to stop them.
She instructed the housekeeper to prepare dinner early, aiming to have it ready by four or five, allowing the two to eat before leaving for the airport.
Wang Yulian spent most of the afternoon napping, with nothing much else occupying her time.
