Thus, a substantial alliance quietly disintegrated, except for Old Uncle Qiu's family who stayed put, with most people already pushing forward eagerly.
Compared to the progressive crowd, Old Uncle Qiu's family, led by Bai Junjun, remained stationary and carried on with their usual routines.
At that time, Bai Junjun was still leisurely resting against a big tree.
Old Uncle Qiu sat silently for a while, then quietly picked up a fishing fork and went to try his luck by the river with his sons.
Bai Junjun, over the last few days, was either sleeping or on her way to sleep, which somewhat worried Madam Liu.
After all, excessive sleepiness is only due to poor health, and it would be better if Miss Junjun didn't fall ill.
Now that it was already summer, sitting still felt hot, not to mention sleeping in the outdoor sun.
Seeing sweat on Bai Junjun's forehead, Madam Liu kindly picked a large leaf to fan her.
