Coincidentally, Shen Yanqing and Nan Ge's wedding was only two days away from the Chinese Valentine's Day.
At first, it sounded like good news, but after Mrs. Nan checked the weather forecast, she looked worried.
The region in the south was already rainy, let alone around the Chinese Valentine's Day.
Every year at this festival, without exception, there would definitely be heavy rain that would not stop for two to three days.
"Mom is fine. It's just rain, not hail."
On the sofa, Nan Zhe leaned against the side and played with his phone as he comforted her nonchalantly.
Mrs. Nan glanced at him sideways and said that he didn't know shit.
"If the rain gets heavier, do you know what will happen? We won't be drenched at the wedding, but when we go to pick up the bride, we have to get into the car from the courtyard. Moreover, it's inconvenient for so many people to move with umbrellas. It won't look good in the photos."