Han Huizhong was seated on a bench inside of the church while everybody was busy with the wedding preparations. He noticed a pair of shoes at his eye level, and he raised his head.
"Yo."
Han Tian sighed. "What are you doing here?"
He shrugged. "Why am I needed while the bride and groom get ready anyway? I will look over the preparations here."
From the corner of his eye, he saw two figures, An Guoting and An Yueqin.
He softly exhaled. "They are right there if you want to talk."
Han Huizhong glared at him. "Can this old man not have some quiet time for himself? You should tell that to yourself! I know you were hovering around so annoyingly because you have been wanting a chance to talk to Guoting."
His mouth twitched.
"I was just searching for you."
"Shut up. You dare speak against your father?"
"..."
"*Ahem*"
