Early in the clear morning, Zhao Meilan pulled Song Yan, dressed in refreshing gym shorts, over a concealed courtyard wall and into the Tomson First Grade residential compound.
This blind spot in the surveillance was something the mother and daughter had spent the whole day yesterday discovering.
For the sake of today, to blend in.
Standing next to a tree in the greenbelt, Zhao Meilan whispered her exhortations.
Song Yan was a bit nervous, and also felt uneasy and awkward.
Zhao Meilan urged with earnest anticipation, "Remember not to act too deliberately, you must appear casual and natural, and don't let him realize that you're approaching him on purpose!"
"Mom, are you sure that mysterious Young Master Ye will definitely come out for a run in the morning?"
"What if, what if he likes to sleep in?" Song Yan asked with trepidation.
Hearing this, Zhao Meilan nearly exploded with rage.