Wei Zijin was the one who told Wang Xiaoliang the latest news about Li Lanxiang.
"Guoguo's coming up on a hundred days old. Lanxiang invited us both."
Wang Xiaoliang was trying to restore an opened package he needed to return to its original state. He did not even look up. "Don't want to go."
Guoguo had already been born for a hundred days, yet there was still no word whatsoever from Brother Qiang.
"I already said yes."
Wang Xiaoliang's hands stopped, and he looked up at her. Wei Zijin sat at the dining table with her laptop open, its calendar interface glowing brightly. A red box had already been marked out on it-Saturday, Guoguo's hundred-day banquet.
"You could've asked me first."
"If I asked, you'd say you weren't going." Wei Zijin did not turn around. "So I didn't ask. You're my personal assistant now. You have to follow my arrangements."
Wang Xiaoliang opened his mouth, at a loss for words.
"Fine, honey. So you're informing me, not discussing it with me."
"Yes, exactly."
Wei Zijin typed a few words, then remembered something else. "Oh, right. Lanxiang asked me to tell you to write a piece of calligraphy for Guoguo. She wants to frame it and hang it in his room."
Wang Xiaoliang finally got the packaging back into shape. Why was it so hard to restore a package once it had been opened?
He put the package on the shoe cabinet by the door, then went into the bathroom to wash his hands.
He sat down opposite Wei Zijin.
"She asked you to tell me? Why didn't she tell me herself?"
"Because she was afraid you'd refuse, of course. Even when I tell you, you get upset. Imagine if it were her!"
"At least she knows. Tell her that if