Zhou Jingxian handed the item in his hand to Zhou Xinyao, then headed into the living room.
Shao Meiru looked up and nonchalantly asked, "Why is he asking you to play tennis at this hour? Could it be that he doesn't want to come home for dinner and is just finding an excuse?"
"That's just women's thinking," Zhou Jingxian said, sitting on the sofa with a hint of weariness in his voice. "We had business to discuss, so we arranged to play, not like you all, who just go out to eat, drink, and shop. So leisurely?"
Zhou Xinyao put the item away and came over, giving her mom a wink as if to say, 'See, I was right.'
"Dad, people say golf is a social sport. What do you and Uncle Lu usually talk about when you play?"
Shao Meiru immediately understood she was probing and teased, "Surely not like us women, endlessly chatting about food and drink, those kinds of topics with no substance?"
