Jiang Su: "..."
Su Hongxing: "..."
Beichuan is very gregarious. He dragged Su Hongxing in one hand and carried a fruit basket in the other into the ward, calling out to the bewildered old lady Jiang, addressing her as grandma.
Su Hongxing and Jiang Su exchanged glances, both thinking the same thought: Beichuan really has a thick skin.
"Grandma, Su Su and I are soon to be married. We've exchanged vows privately and are waiting for your leg to heal, then we will hold our wedding ceremony. We hope you can preside over it... "
Beichuan was babbling on endlessly about his wedding plans.
Old lady Jiang looked at Su Hongxing, who shook her head at her.
Seeing that Beichuan wouldn't stop talking, Su Hongxing gave a light cough, "Beichuan, my grandma needs rest. Let's go now."
Beichuan wanted to curry more favor with old lady Jiang and Jiang Su, but Su Hongxing dragged him out of the ward.
