When the old lady saw Xia Anlan, she waved and said,""Anlan, come quickly. Just now, Meimei said that she didn't want the betrothal gift and wanted me to give everything to qingsi. But you can't do that. You must prepare the betrothal gift."
Mrs. Yue's face reddened the moment she saw Xia Anlan. She wanted to curse at him. Why did Xia Anlan have to hear her every time she said something like that? why?
She really wanted to find a place to die. This time, she had no face at all, completely no face, no face!
She had just said that when she became the daughter-in-law of the Xia family, Oh my God ... Who could give her a knife?
Xia Anlan was such a bad person, he must be laughing at her from the bottom of his heart.
Xia Anlan glanced at Mrs. Yue and said,""Alright!"
Mrs. Yue's legs gave way, and she quickly held onto the old lady's wheelchair."Ahem ... No, it's fine." "It's what I should do. Don't be so polite. "
