"Achoo! Achoo!" rubbing her nose, Han Ruochen turned to look at the room of her mother; she inwardly wondered whether the woman was cooking up another scheme against her or something. Because as far as she knew, Meng Yunhan was not the kind of person who would give up easily. Maybe that woman was really cooking something in her mind.
"Dad, what are you doing?"
Her thoughts snapped back to the dining table when she heard her brother speak. She raised her head and looked in the direction of her father, who was heading toward the cellar with the wine bottle. Han Yong was frowning at the sight and said to their father, "Where are you taking the wine?"
"To the cellar, this is a precious thing. I will use it when Ruochen gets married." Han Yichen was looking like a child as he cradled the wine bottle in his arms. He couldn't do much when his eldest daughter got married, so he dreamt of fulfilling his leftover wishes at Han Ruochen's wedding.
