In the living room of the Qiao House, three fashionable middle-aged ladies were sitting on the sofa talking.
Seeing the glamor of this big house and the middle-aged lady making a call in the corner, two of them could not even hide the jealousy in their eyes.
Comparisons are odious. This Gao Wanhua seemed very miserable when her husband died. But she had a capable son and the house was clean, with no bastard sons or daughters to make her life hard. She played cards every day and grew flowers, with people around flattering her. What an enviable life!
They were rich too, but both were incomparable with the Qiao family.
Gao Wanhua looked at the phone in surprise. Did she really get a call from her son just now?
She just mentioned casually about how old he was and how it was time to get married. And what did he say? He actually agreed. This made her feel very weird.
Maybe… He indeed had someone in mind?
