Just when Zhuo Yuqing made up her mind, her voice carried a hint of hoarseness: "Go to bed early."
Zhuo Yuqing should have felt relieved, but for some reason, her feelings were somewhat strange.
The old lady would never admit she was caught eavesdropping. She composed her previously flustered expression and greeted her seriously: "Yuqing, why are you up so early? Don't young people like to sleep in?"
"I couldn't sleep so I got up, Bai..." Zhuo Yuqing was about to call out Bai Chengxi's full name, but suddenly remembered they were married; calling him by his full name seemed too distant, so she changed her words in front of the old lady and said: "Chengxi is still sleeping."
"Then come take a walk with me, the air is very fresh on the hill behind us, early in the morning."
"Sure, grandma."
