"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.,"Aunt Song, I was just waking up." Fu Xiaoyao awkwardly turned away, not daring to look at the man's face.,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"。