Yixin and Yiqiao obviously noticed it too. Yiqiao grabbed a couple of fries and munched on them, "Mommy, isn't that Uncle Zheng's company?"
Su Nian nodded, "Yes, shouldn't we make a visit since he treated us to dinner just a few days ago?"
"It's not like we asked him to treat us. A weasel giving a New Year's greeting to a chicken, who knows what his motives are?" Yixin crossed his arms with an expressionless face.
"Yixin, why do I feel like you're targeting Mr. Zheng?" Su Nian glanced at him through the rear-view mirror, her eyebrows raised. Her son had a cold demeanor, but this kind of specific targeting was unusual.
"No." Yixin lowered his head, his face showing no emotion.
Sighing inwardly, Su Nian felt a bit guilty, "Yixin, how about we go take a look?"
"It doesn't matter to me." Yixin shrugged.
Years of hard work taught Su Nian a lot. Even though she didn't enjoy the complexities of human interactions, she had become adept at navigating them.
