Duanmu Canghai looked at Duanmu Zhe, "You don't need to worry about the engagement party, your mother and I have already arranged the hotel, and the invitations have already been sent out. During this time, just take Qingyi around for a stroll."
"Exactly, exactly," Zhou Jin also nodded eagerly, "Take Qingyi out to have some fun during this time. You must be very tired from being at the military base all the time, right? Oh, and what would you like to eat? I'll go make it for you."
"Let's have dumplings, I haven't had them in a long time." Duanmu Zhe answered with a smile.
"Alright, then we'll make dumplings together."
The family of three went downstairs, joyfully making dumplings together.
During this time, Duanmu Zhe's phone rang once; it was a call from Duanmu Sheng.
Duanmu Zhe hesitated for a moment, then picked up.
"Hello, Little Zhe, it's me."
"I know." Duanmu Zhe's voice was slightly cold.