"Oh... Where are you taking Xiaofu's clothes?" the old man asked curiously.
"Sending them to the Qiao Family," the guard Wang replied with a smile.
"... Why are you sending your young master's clothes to the Qiao Family?" Grandpa Sun asked, puzzled.
"Our young master went to the old Qiao's house early this morning to see Miss Qiao... Now I was asked to send his clothes over, but I don't know what happened," the guard Wang said with a laugh.
Grandpa Sun paused for a moment, then burst into hearty laughter: "Young people... dry wood against fire, good, good, good... Chuchu has waited for so many years, finally she can see the light at the end of the tunnel. Little Wang, tell me, when can we toast at their wedding?"
The guard Wang laughed a bit sheepishly: "That... you'll have to ask our officer."
"Haha, good, good, good, I'll go ask," Grandpa Sun said with a grin.
The military compound is finally going to have a wedding celebration again.
