The atmosphere was somewhat strangely melancholic. Lin Qiao sighed inwardly, then half-jokingly said, "Dare not come back! If you don't come back, I'll come twist your ear. You promised to come back and get married."
"Alright, I'll come back and get married," Song Tingfan nodded firmly.
Once he saved enough for the bride price, he'd come back to marry Madam Tingfan.
He agreed immediately, which slightly surprised Lin Qiao, but she didn't think much of it.
As dusk approached, the rain finally lessened. There was no donkey cart at the entrance of the town, so Lin Qiao had to borrow a carriage from Mrs. Liu Xu.
Mrs. Liu Xu readily agreed, "Sure, but the coach driver is unavailable today. I'll have Hu Zi take you back."
Before Lin Qiao could speak, Song Tingfan quickly replied, "No need, I can do it."
Mrs. Liu Xu glanced at him and then smiled knowingly, "Alright, take it easy then." She winked at Lin Qiao as she spoke.
Your little uncle is jealous.
