The young woman who was just about to knock on the door happened to hear this sentence, "What's wrong with the little uncle? Did he have a nightmare?" After speaking, she pressed her ear against the door to listen for a response from inside.
After a while, the door opened. A young man wearing straw sandals, his hair hanging loose behind him, instinctively looked at her belly. It was flat; she wasn't pregnant.
Sister-in-law hadn't married Xu Hu.
He inexplicably breathed a huge sigh of relief.
Noticing his gaze, Lin Qiao looked down for a glance but saw nothing, "What's wrong?"
Song Tingfan snapped back to reality, shifted his gaze away, stammering, "N-n-nothing."
His stammering was a common occurrence, and Lin Qiao didn't mind, "What did you say about not wanting something just now?"
Don't want sister-in-law to marry Xu Hu.
Song Tingfan wasn't good at lying, nervously scratching the back of his head, "I... dreamed that Lai Cai was stealing meat."
