"I'm also responsible for this—" While Tang Jingci was speaking, Qiao Xiyan grabbed her arm.
"Hey, what are you two doing? Sit separately. You're sitting so close and pulling each other. Do you think I'm dead?" Tang Wangjin stabbed the apple ruthlessly.
It was as if this apple was Qiao Xiyan. He kept poking it, and his eyes were staring at him fiercely.
Song Fengwan was sitting not far away and stroking the cat, and her heart skipped a beat. That apple is really unlucky. It actually fell into Uncle-Master's hands, and his butt was pierced.
In fact, if Qiao Xiyan became Tang Wangjin's son-in-law, no matter if it was his personality or ability, there was naturally nothing to pick on. Although Qiao Xiyan and Tang Jingci hadn't lived together, they understood each other's temperament and character well, and she wouldn't suffer a loss if she really married into the Qiao family in the future.
