"Hey, babe, how was your day?"
"Darling, I looked at a house in Manhattan today. It's slightly expensive, but the layout is really great. I'm not sure if you would like it, but I certainly did."
"I trust your taste; if you like it, I'm sure I'll like it too. Let's buy it tomorrow."
After sitting down on the couch with his arm around Petra's waist, Yang Yi gazed at Petra for a long time before he hugged her tightly.
Holding her tightly, staying quiet, well, actually it was because Yang Yi didn't know what to say.
Just as Yang Yi pretended to enjoy this rare moment of peace, Petra suddenly whispered, "My father wants to see you tomorrow."
Yang Yi's body tensed for a moment, but he quickly turned his physical reaction into one of surprise.
Yang Yi let go of Petra, leaned back, and with his hands on Petra, he asked, "Really?"
"Really, he said... he wants to meet you and have a formal talk."
