Just as Mrs. Qin was about to cry and complain, Huo Mian immediately went to help her up. "Auntie Qin, are you alright? That was so dangerous, why did you have to wear high heels at home? You could've injured yourself!"
"You…"
"I'm sorry, I can only call you 'auntie'. After all, you and Uncle Qin didn't give me permission and red pocket money." Huo Mian continued to smile, pushing Mrs. Qin's words back into her mouth.
Qin Chu came downstairs with a smile on his face, "See, my wife is unhappy because you haven't given her red pocket money."
"Yes, we do need to do that. Let's pick out a date and hold a make-up reception for the two of you," Qin Yumin said slowly.
"Thank you, Uncle Qin." Huo Mian smiled as she walked up to Qin Chu.
Mrs. Qin was so furious that tears welled up in her eyes; however, she couldn't say anything, because Huo Mian had stuffed her mouth with a metaphorical sock.
