"They haven't arrived yet! You all can come in first." Mrs. Zheng continued, "Zheng Jun and I have consulted with someone to calculate the timing, they should be here promptly at half past ten in the morning, which is just half an hour from now."
Mrs. Mo teased, "Aqing, didn't you used to hate feudal superstitions? When did you start believing in this?"
When a person is alone, they can fear nothing and believe in nothing, utterly unrestrained.
However, as soon as one has attachments, the fear starts creeping in.
"You love to tease people." Mrs. Zheng laughed.
Mrs. Mo looked at Mrs. Zheng and sighed, "Aqing, it has been over thirty years since I last saw you laugh so freely."
The smile remained on Mrs. Zheng's face, "Isn't that the truth, in the blink of an eye, over thirty years have passed."
Mrs. Mo looked at Mr. Zheng, feigning surprise: "Eh? Zheng Jun, how have you managed to make time to come out of your mini skyscraper today? Aren't you tending to your beloved plants?"
