The new residence was a fair distance from the restaurant, so ordinarily, they would have taken an ox cart.
But the sun was pleasant, and everyone had just finished lunch, so they decided against it. Only Chen Song drove the ox cart while the rest walked at a leisurely pace, figuring it would help them digest their meal.
Xu Su Ying kept Zhao Jing by her side, chatting with him the entire walk.
She alternated between asking about his mother's recent health and inquiring about the wedding preparations on his family's side.
Zhao Jing's attitude was perfectly respectful, yet also familiar and warm. Walking alongside Xu Su Ying, an outsider seeing their easy rapport—without looking at their faces—might have mistaken them for a real mother and son.
