Supreme Warrior in the City

Early in the morning, Su Yang was busy with preparations, and Zhao Xuefen’s second uncle was busy as well.

Last night, Zhao Xuefen had arranged thirty-five rooms at the city hospital guesthouse, but those were for her relatives on her mother’s side.

As for Zhao Xuefen’s own relatives, the rooms they had originally booked were all cancelled by the hotel, and there were no rooms available in any hotel throughout the city.

Zhao Xuefen’s aunts, uncles, second aunts, and the like, ended up with nowhere to stay and had to stay at Zhao Xuefen’s second uncle’s house.

Zhao Xuefen’s second uncle was a middle-class family, with three houses under his name; it was just about manageable to accommodate so many people.

Early in the morning, they rushed to Zhao Xuefen’s second uncle’s house to help.

But when they got there, they realized that not a single wedding car had arrived.

It was already past eight in the morning, and they were supposed to set out at half past eight. With the cars still not here, how were they to proceed?

"Big sister, urge them a little," the second uncle anxiously said, "they’re waiting to go pick up the bride, what do we do if the cars don’t come?"

The eldest aunt was sweating buckets; those cars had been borrowed from friends in the nearby suburbs, and it had not been easy to arrange. Moreover, she didn’t have direct contact with the drivers and could only call her own friends first to make contact.

After several phone calls, she finally got through to one of the drivers.