Old Lady Qin, at the thought of her beloved grandson marrying such a woman, couldn't sleep a wink even though she was in bed.
"Ah Xia, bring me the phone, I need to call Zhengxiu."
Junyue is his son, doesn't he care at all?
Ah Xia fetched the phone, and then dialed Zhuo Zhengxiu's number, but the phone was switched off.
"Madam, Mr. Zhuo's phone is switched off."
Seeing that she couldn't reach Zhuo Zhengxiu, Old Lady Qin felt even more frustrated.
The old lady didn't know that ever since Zhuo Zhengxiu took An An to Medicine Mountain, he had been switching off his phone at night to sleep.
In the Zhuo's residence, Zhuo Junyue was hugging Su Ningyan.
His expression was somewhat grim, and the freshly-bathed little woman was particularly attractive.
"Uncle, what's wrong with you?"
Ningyan got comfortable, getting ready to sleep.
"Two days, I need to bear it for two more days. Forget it, I won't hug you anymore. If I keep holding you, I'll have to take another cold shower."
