章 1603: You're a fucking nominee for the Literature Prize?

Several days later.

At home.

The car was already waiting outside.

Wu Zeqing smiled as she helped him with his luggage. "Everything is packed."

Zhang Ye smiled and said, "Alright."

His mother reminded him repeatedly, "You better not cause any trouble!"

"Aiya, I know," Zhang Ye said impatiently.

His mother said, "You had better not get into another fight this time!"

Zhang Ye rolled his eyes. "It's the Nobel Prize award ceremony. Why would I be fighting?"

His mother harrumphed, "When have you not caused trouble whenever you're overseas?"

"Enough." His father said, "Our son still has a flight to catch."

Sisi said in her childish voice, "Daddy, when are you coming home?"

Zhang Ye lowered his head to give her a kiss. "Daddy will be home in another two days. Be good and listen to Mommy, Nana, and Pops. Daddy will bring you a little present when I get back."

Sisi nodded hard. "Mhm!"