The Qiaonv River was teeming with people, a sea of heads everywhere you looked.
It was so noisy around that Wu Haomin, covering one ear, was on the phone with a client nearby.
Wen Changling held Tongtong's hand with his right, and leaned on Granny Zhu on his left, standing among the crowd on the riverbank. The dragon boat team from Lotus Pond Street made its appearance, and the onlooking neighbors cheered enthusiastically. Whatever Granny Zhu whispered in Wen Changling's ear, she smiled shyly.
Xie Shang was feeling a bit annoyed.
Then came a call from Su Beihe.
"Aren't you here yet?" Madam Zhai Wenjin had been urging him.
"On the way."
Xie Shang's car could hardly move, the crowd was too big, the congestion severe.
The car's Bluetooth was connected to the phone, and Ning Song's voice came through from Su Beihe's end.
"Su Beihe, your aunt just slipped me a red envelope." Ning Song sounded amazed, "Man, it's been years since I've received a red envelope."
