Listening to the naive question, An Ning thought to herself, kids will be kids, there's no way their parents would agree.
But then, the words from Yu Ziqian's grandmother almost knocked An Ning out cold.
"Of course, you can go, where would you like to eat? Let the driver take you. Just be sure not to run around and make Teacher An Ning angry, understand?" Wen Rufeng's voice was especially affectionate on the other end of the phone, as she 'responsibly' instructed.
"I know, Grandma." The little cherub smiled at An Ning. "My grandma agreed."
"Oh, no, this is definitely not something that Grandma should agree to. Give me the phone, I will talk to your grandma," An Ning snatched the phone away.
Yu Ziqian looked at his now empty hands, the real culprit, were her moves that fast?
An Ning tried to speak as warmly and politely as she could. "Hello, Ziqian's grandma, I think you might not have clearly understood what Ziqian meant…"