Yunqing sighed and helplessly rubbed his forehead.
"Mom, shouldn't you... um, be a little more reserved?"
But over the line, Han Mengya's slightly resentful voice came through.
"My son is getting married. Why should I be reserved? I'm too happy to be reserved! Hey, you know, when your brother and sister-in-law got married, they quietly registered without a word, and now with you and Tong Xi, it's the same again! Such a big thing as registering should at least give us a heads-up so we can prepare!"
Yunqing chuckled.
"Mom, what are you preparing for my wedding to my wife?"
"Nonsense, of course, preparing red envelopes!"
Yunqing burst into laughter.
"Mom, I'll bring your daughter-in-law home for lunch at noon. Remember to prepare all the red envelopes, don't skimp!"
"What do you think I called for? Just to make sure you both come home for lunch!"
"Alright, alright, then I better get up quickly!"
