"Let's go play some mahjong."
Mahjong.
One of Shen Zhou's cultural treasures.
There's still an afternoon to go before the wedding banquet tonight, so we need to find something to pass the time.
"Sister Tong Dan, aren't you tired? Why don't you rest for a while?"
Hong Xiaoyu, who was exhausted from the wedding pick-up, showed concern.
"I was tired just now, but I'm not anymore. Sign me up, who's playing?"
Tong Dan, who had been mumbling about being unable to move at the Wen Family's place, showed no trace of fatigue.
Mahjong is typically played by four people, and the current number of people is more than enough.
"You all play."
"No way, you have to play. You helped someone cheat, and I haven't confronted you about it."
"..."
The beautiful Tong Dan seemed to understand everything but chose not to reveal it.
Fang Qing fell silent.
"I'm not playing."
Hong Xiaoyu followed suit.
"Why aren't you playing?"
"I don't know how."
