"Oh, right," Wang Congshan seemed to remember something and said to Li Ang, "The day after tomorrow is Mid-Autumn Festival. Do you want to come to my house for dinner?"
"Ah?" Li Ang was momentarily stunned.
Wang Congshan continued to lean over the table, her head buried in her arms. She yawned and pretended to say carelessly, "It's just that my cousin's parents are having job transfers and are planning to move to Yin City. My cousin is living across from our place right now. So, we simply decided to spend the Mid-Autumn Festival together. You can keep me company—no, us—and have dinner or something. Um, my dad said he's quite grateful for your help last time."
"..."
Li Ang looked at Wang Congshan's slightly reddened ears sticking out from her arms. He felt a pang of tenderness inside, and his voice became a few degrees gentler. "No need. I still have some things to do the day after tomorrow."
