Gu Xinzhou's face flushed, "Song Zhen, you go die!"
Song Zhen laughed joyously, "Hahaha!"
Around one in the afternoon.
Hand in hand, Mr. and Mrs. Song Zhen came down from upstairs.
Both were dressed casually, looking young and matched, loving and sweet.
By this time, everyone had already had lunch.
And looking around, no one was to be seen, probably all napping.
Song Zhen then took Gu Xinzhou by the hand, planning to go to the resort's buffet area for a bit to eat.
Just then, a familiar figure emerged from behind a hallway on the first floor, greeting them affectionately, "Song Zhen! Zhouzhou!"
Seeing Lan Baozhen, Mr. and Mrs. Song Zhen were both surprised and asked in unison, "Grandma, what are you doing here?"
Lan Baozhen saw how in sync they were and, as someone who had been there, she knew what was going on.
