God, I’m Married

The next day, Ning Meng was woken up by a string of phone rings.

She picked up the phone while still in a semi-conscious state. She heard someone coughing non-stop, barely able to speak. "Meng Meng, are you on the way already? Could you buy me some cough lozenges?"

"Who are you?"

"It's me!"

Ning Meng snickered. "A swindler? You don't sound familiar. Do you need to go to the extent of coughing so much just to lie? Are you that poor?"

"It's your dad!"

"??"

She glanced at her phone and indeed, it was Wentao on the display.

"What's with your throat?"

Ning Wentao sounded like a broken drum. "I can't really talk now. How long until you get here?"

Ning Meng closed her eyes and wanted to continue sleeping. "Get to where?"

Ning Wentao became anxious and with his hoarse, broken voice, he exclaimed, "Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival! Aren't we supposed to have lunch together?!"