The next day, Tang Xiaohua called Lu Xiaoer, but she was off all the time.
She left a message for Lu Xiaoer on social media, but it wasn't until evening that she got a reply from Lu Xiaoer.
Xiaoer sent a video directly, by which time Tang Xiaohua was already lying in bed, and Wen Nian hadn't returned yet.
She answered the video call, quite surprised at Lu Xiaoer's attire and the environment she was in,
"Where are you?"
At that moment, Lu Xiaoer was holding a bowl of freshly soaked instant noodles, with her phone placed on a tall table while she stood wearing a dirty white lab coat, her hair simply tied up behind her head,
"Are you really going through with the wedding to Wen Nian?"
"Skinny..."
She asked while eating her noodles.
Tang Xiaohua pursed her lips, "Actually... I have some doubts."
"Doubts about what? Didn't you tell me in the message that it's on the twenty-first? Isn't that the day after tomorrow?"
"... Yeah, it's the day after tomorrow."
