As the sun set, inside the Cullinan.
"Xiao Zhang, you must come to the hotel tonight. Your uncle and aunt want to treat you properly." Sitting in the back seat, Dong Yaru gripped her phone tightly, with no time at all to reply to the message Xiang Detao had just sent.
"Auntie, I'm really not putting on airs. I do have something to do tonight. How about another day?" Zhang Yang said with a smile.
He would never play hard to get.
But he really did not feel like going out for another meal tonight.
He was sick of it.
What was the point of all this hosting and being hosted?
He would rather return to his own InterContinental Garden Hotel, have a meal cooked by his own chef, enjoy the evening breeze by the Qiantang River, then head back to his room early and, well... wait for someone...
"Mom, Zhang Yang has a career to manage. He's very busy. He might even have a remote meeting tonight, so let's find another time." Xiang Xiaotian said happily.
"Th-then... all right. We'll arrange another time. Your career is more important." Dong Yaru did not dare press him further.
He had casually spent over a hundred million on a house. How massive did his business have to be? Forget their current status as the girl's parents—even if they were his actual father-in-law and mother-in-law, they would still have to obediently make way for their son-in-law in a situation like this.
And they would have to praise him to everyone they met for being so dedicated to his work.
"All right... Auntie, definitely." Zhang Yang drove on. "Xiaotian, I'll drop you and Auntie off at the Junlan Hotel first. We'll keep in touch tomorrow."
"Okay, Brother Zhang Yang." Xiang Xiaotian was infinitely gentle.