Gu Nanzhi, with her lips swollen like sausages, squatted in a corner without daring to make a sound, her plight shared by equally blabbermouthed Zheng Duoqing.
Not far from them sat Gu Beihuai and Tang Jianjun, along with the just-returned and tired-looking Father Tang and Madam Tang, as well as Mrs. Gu, who had dropped by for a visit.
It was rather miraculous.
Tang Chuxia sat beside Madam Tang, looking demure and adorable, nothing like her previously arrogant self.
No one spoke. Those who were drinking tea drank tea, those who were watching the drama watched, those who were glaring glared, and even the pair in the corner simply drew circles in the dirt, though no one knew who they were cursing.
Weird yet harmonic!
"Cough, cough... Let's hear it, what exactly happened?"
Still somewhat tired, Father Tang pinched the bridge of his nose and asked.
Sadly, no one answered.
