"Tangtang isn't planning on coming back?"
"The young couple is on their honeymoon." Tang Mei shook her head and started the next yoga move.
"No, I still have to go and see them. Didn't call you today, right? Didn't call me either, what are they so busy with that they don't even have time to make a phone call?"
"They're on their honeymoon!"
"What if she wants to eat braised pork?"
"They have a chef; she won't starve."
Conversations like this had to be repeated almost every day in the Nanfeng Mansion of Huang City.
Tang Mei felt like she was becoming a grandmother.
She was not the least bit worried that Tang Xiaowan would go hungry, nor was she afraid that she would feel homesick. In fact, she hoped that she could stay on Tunyun Island a little longer.
Similar to Wang Junchen's situation, who had already moved back to the Wang Mansion.
Father and son were indeed cut from the same cloth.
