A beautiful melody suddenly broke the deadlock, and everyone's gaze simultaneously fell on the person whose phone was ringing.
Qinghe glanced at the phone number and, as if no one else was present, picked it up, "Hello."
"Okay, I got it." Qinghe's gaze nonchalantly swept toward the direction of her eldest uncle's family.
With a smile in her voice, she said, "Alright, your big feast won't be missed, just wait."
Gu Che's mother tugged at Qinghe's sleeve, but no one dared to be so bold while the patriarch was speaking, especially in the current atmosphere. Although the patriarch was fond of Qinghe, his lifetime of military dignity was not to be challenged.
Qinghe gave her an assuring look, signaling her not to worry.
