Zhao Lei nodded at Zhang Yu, "Yes, that's right."
Zhang Yu had thought about it, but always felt that Zhao Lei's research in mechanics wasn't considered a high-end industry, and her own child probably wouldn't join such a department.
Now she realized, she really thought too simply, "It won't be convenient for you to contact us in the future."
"You brat, why didn't you say it earlier." Luckily, it's not those years anymore, and supplies shouldn't be so tight.
Otherwise, she would really cry. But even so, Zhang Yu wasn't in a good mood.
"Meeting today, I'll see if I can get you some sheets and stuff." Zhang Yu gave Zhao Lei a fierce glare.
"You should've said something earlier." Zhang Yu realized that despite simplifying the wedding, there were still many things to handle.
Her foolish son pulled such a stunt, it felt like complete chaos.
