Jiang Xiaoxiao reluctantly saw her parents off.
Song Moting held her hand, and the two of them walked back to the forest farm.
The fields on their farm were about to be harvested, making this a busy farming season.
They had to hurry back as soon as possible; their wedding was merely squeezed into their schedule. To put it bluntly, time was very tight.
In this era, marriage leaves were simply not possible; everything had to give way to the busy farming season.
Song Moting was the team leader and couldn't leave at will.
A jeep stopped beside Jiang Xiaoxiao.
"Song Moting, Jiang Xiaoxiao, it's good to run into you two. Originally, I was thinking of heading to the forest farm to notify you. That phone at your forest farm is terrible; I couldn't get through no matter how long I tried. When you get back, let your farm manager fix it quickly. In case of an emergency, it would be nerve-wracking if the phone doesn't work."
Mr. Wang jumped out of the car, his face full of disdain.
