"So hasty?" Yuan Mengzhu frowned.
"There's been too much snow this year," Yang Ruxin said obliquely.
Yuan Mengzhu didn't understand, but Fang Dehua was taken aback, "Gu... Qingheng, this..."
Gu Qingheng nodded slightly.
"Getting married is good," Fang Dehua smiled, "After all, the two of them have feelings for each other, and the rest is just formality..."
Yuan Mengzhu looked at her husband questioningly, and then turned to Yang Ruxin, "Although it's hasty, it can't be too shabby. Your mother might not quite understand, so I'll help with the arrangements when the time comes..."
"Thank you, Godmother," Yang Ruxin thanked her.
"By the way, where's Zeze?" Yuan Mengzhu then realized her son was not around.
"He's outside chatting with a girl," Yang Ruxin suddenly laughed.
"Ah?" Yuan Mengzhu and Fang Dehua were both startled, "A girl? Which girl?" The ones seated in the room were all accounted for.