The Yang family.
In the living room, Su Yunxin was anxious as she suppressed her excitement and worry. She rubbed her hands and stood up from the sofa from time to time to look at the door. Seeing no one come after a while, she frowned and murmured, "Why aren't they here yet, it's been so long. Second Sister, why don't you call Hongsheng?"
"Third Sister, I called him five minutes ago and Hongsheng is already on the way. What's the use in being anxious? Sit down and wait patiently." Su Zhiqing looked helplessly at Su Yunxin, who was fidgeting.
"It's only been five minutes, but why do I feel like an hour has passed?" Su Yunxin said as she clutched her chest.
Su Zhiqing pulled Su Yunxin to the sofa and comforted her. "Okay, Third Sister, you're just wandering around. Sit down first." Her Third Sister was making her nervous, but she understood; if it was her son, Hongsheng, who was unconscious, she would be on pins and needles too.
