Having said that, Chen Bing hurriedly added, "It's warm in the carriage. Let's not stand here in the wind anymore. Grandmother must be getting anxious at home."
He had originally been asleep today, but in the middle of the night, his grandmother woke him up to wait at the dock early. Fortunately, Jiaojiao and the others arrived earlier than he had expected. Otherwise, he didn't know how long he would have had to stand there.
--- At the same time. ---
Hangzhou Chen Mansion.
Although the Chen family's residence was not as grand as the garden of the former richest family in Great Nan, it was still three or four times larger than the average mansion.
In the main hall, Old Madam Chen, dressed in precious brown silk, sat anxiously in the main seat, waiting. Her hair was already covered with white frost, and even with proper care, she could not avoid wrinkles on her face at the age of eighty.
The somewhat wrinkled eyes were still bright, staring at the entrance with pouring rain.
