With a bright smile on her face, Zhao Lina looked at Wei Yang.
In response, Old Zhao was quite baffled; he really couldn't figure out the purpose of his daughter's discussion with Wei Yang.
"Alright, Nana, stop teasing Uncle Zhao. Tell him the truth."
"Okay!" With both hands joined together near her chest, Zhao Lina straightened her back and asked, "Dad, think carefully, what day is coming up in a few days?"
"A few days later... what day is it?" Scratching his head, Old Zhao furrowed his brows and thought carefully, "It seems like there's nothing special coming up recently, right?"
Old Zhao replied uncertainly.
"Dad, think again." Zhao Lina continued her mysterious demeanor.
In response, Old Zhao looked helplessly at Wei Yang, "Little Wei, you see, this daughter of mine, I really can't handle her. Haha, Nana, your dad's getting old and slow to react, don't make it hard for me, just say it, what day is it?"
"Hey, you managed to forget such a big day."
"What day is it?"
