"Xiao Yanzi, when is your flight? I'll pick you up!"
On the phone, Yan Yan's gentle voice, filled with laughter, came through.
"No need! Yan Yan, you should just be a good bride-to-be and patiently wait for your grand wedding!"
Zhao Yan, holding her mobile phone in one hand and finding her suitcase on the luggage conveyor belt with the other, exclaimed boldly, "I've already arrived and am picking up my luggage now!"
"What? You're already back? Oh dear, hold on a moment, I'll head to the airport to pick you up right away!"
Yan Yan was a bit surprised and quickly rushed out.
"Oh, really, there's no need! It's not like I don't know the way, and besides, my mom's also here to pick me up!"
Zhao Yan said nonchalantly, "Come on, there's no need to rush over."
Upon hearing Zhao Yan say this, Yan Yan ceased her insistence, "Alright, then you and Auntie be safe on the road!"
"Don't worry, I won't miss your grand wedding!"
