"Wang! Chuan! Man! Get lost if you don't want to sleep. Why are you shouting so late at night?!" Old Madam Wang was furious. She stood at the door of Wang Chuanman's room, her voice gloomy and filled with obvious anger.
Fortunately, Old Madam Wang had some rationality and did not shout directly. Otherwise, everyone in the courtyard would have been woken up.
Wang Chuanfu and his wife, who were staying in the guest room for the time being, had actually heard the sound too. Madam Feng wanted to get up and take a look, but Wang Chuanfu stretched out his arm and pressed her back down.
"Mother will call us if anything happens. Go to sleep first. We still have to return to the village at dawn."
The Flower Festival was an extremely busy period. He still had to take a look at the seedlings when he returned. In another ten days or so, he would have to plant more seedlings.
There was a lot to do.
