Before dawn, around five in the morning, Song Qinghuan was pulled out of bed by Shi Yuhuan.
In the living room, she saw Li Qianze, who was smiling at her while yawning, "Good morning, Miss Bai."
Song Qinghuan blinked, a bit stunned, she greeted back, "Morning, um, why are you here? So early!"
Li Qianze explained, "We came here yesterday, but you were not aware, so we didn't disturb you. Come on, let me take you… to get ready."
Saying this, he made an up and down gesture at Song Qinghuan.
Song Qinghuan scratched her head, confused, and asked, "Get ready for what? I've already freshened up!"
Li Qianze chuckled, "We have a family feast at noon. My brother said you didn't bring any clothing suitable for the feast when you came yesterday, so now I'm taking you to change, hurry up, it starts at twelve, we won't make it if we're late."
He went on chattering incessantly, and turned to walk away.
