Chen Tang's hand holding the sword was trembling, afraid to draw it, thinking to himself: "My chest is still at home..."
Chen Shi mustered up his courage, gently nudged Little Dun's shoulder, coughed lightly, and said: "My dad is still here."
Upon hearing this, Little Dun's body stiffened, she discreetly glanced at Chen Tang, her face blushing, released Chen Shi, and timidly said: "Dad..."
"No way!" Chen Tang was almost so frightened that his soul emerged, and hurriedly spoke.
Wu Qingyu's voice came: "Little Ten, Little Dun, why haven't you entered the bridal chamber and instead ran out?"
Chen Tang quickly gestured to her not to come over.
Wu Qingyu laughed: "Little Dun, come here, let your mother take a look at you!"
Little Dun walked over hesitantly.
The father and son, Chen Tang and Chen Shi, felt their scalps tingle as they watched the two women walk away.
