That evening, after having dinner.
Mr. Zhao arrived early outside the small building. Xia Momo called him several times, but he wouldn't come in, saying he'd just wait for Zhou Ning to finish eating and take a walk. Helpless, Xia Momo came back and reported the situation to Zhou Ning.
"Why don't you take a walk with him? According to what you said today, although he stopped Mr. Qu, he's still not over it. If you don't talk with him, he probably won't sleep well for the next few days," said Mr. Xia, removing his glasses, looking at Zhou Ning with some confusion.
"Is there a problem?"
Zhou Ning shook his head with a smile and quickly tried to reassure him.
"What kind of problems could we personally have? It's just that he's tied up over a case, that's all. Grandpa, don't worry. Who could I possibly have an issue with? Even with Momo, all I get is bullied, and none of you take my side. You all just help her bully me."