Fu Xiaoyao suddenly woke up with a jolt. She opened her eyes and saw the crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling. Everything around her was newly renovated.,"Aunt Song, we're running low on tissues at home. Could you pick some up when you have time" A sound of a door closing suddenly came from the wine cabinet area.,A man's low voice rang out, laced with the raspiness of someone just waking up, "Aunt Song, why don't you go buy some throat lozenges first"。