Before morning arrived the next day, Leng Lingxiao knew that he would not see his little wife Tang Xiaowan for almost six days starting today.
This custom drove Leng Lingxiao crazy.
Therefore, even though the car had already stopped at the Nanfeng Mansion's gate, he still didn't want to let go of his hand.
The luggage had been sent in two hours earlier, and by now, Wang Meijuan was in the cloakroom categorizing items, which included some very valuable jewelry and haute couture gowns.
As for the gifts for everyone, they were handed to the butler, Li Fugui, who took care of it properly.
"We still followed Qingcheng's customs after all!"
With that, Tang Xiaowan frowned and feigned anger as she asked, "What? Do you disagree?"
"Not at all, how dare I!"
"Cut it out, you're insincere."
