Xiao Yuan slapped the table: "Qing'er, go see who's wailing here, what's this ominous tune they're singing? Go take a look, and if she insists on singing, then have her sing something joyful, like 'Carrying the Bridal Sedan' or something."
Xiao Qing received the order and left. In no time, the sound vanished without a trace.
Mr. Zhang couldn't help but twitch at the corners of his mouth, feeling helpless about Xiao Yuan's lack of romantic sensibility.
When Xiao Qing returned, he was in a hurry: "Dad, you should go back quickly, my mother... my mother..."
Xiao Yuan sprang up: "What's happened to Lady?"
"You should go see for yourself."
Xiao Yuan immediately started walking out, but after a few steps, he turned back to Xiao Qing and Xiao Yang and said: "You two stay here and entertain Mr. Zhang for me."
After a few more steps, he turned back again: "Qing'er, give me some broken silver."
