In the empty hall, only the couple sat. Zhao Yulan's mood grew increasingly tense, so she made small talk, "How come big brother and his wife haven't gotten up yet?"
"Yeah, how come they haven't gotten up yet?" Lin Baohe, equally anxious, agreed without thinking.
"It's only five-thirty."
"Right, it's only five-thirty, they can't be up yet."
"When their daughter gets married, they'll definitely be unable to sleep too."
"Mmm, for sure."
"I wonder if Chuxia has left already?"
"Who knows."
"..."
Aunt Liu brought out two cups of milk from the kitchen, "Sir, madam, I've added some honey to the milk, it might help you feel more relaxed."
"Hehe..." Zhao Yulan and Lin Baohe laughed somewhat embarrassedly, their previous conversation had indeed been quite foolish.
Aunt Liu said cheerfully, "I understand how you both feel. When my own daughter got married, my husband and I were just like this."
