Mrs. Zheng felt more confident. Regardless of whether her son acknowledged her or not, in her heart, she was already a daughter-in-law.
Suddenly, a rustling sound came from the room.
Madam Zheng's heart was burning with passion. She took a deep breath and carefully probed to find that the voice came from behind the screen.
More than half of the pastries on the table were gone.
There were even many refreshing dried fruits that had been eaten by half.
His son definitely knew that there was a girl in the house.
Seeing how well prepared they were, Madam Zheng did not believe them.
Madam Zheng quietly turned around the screen and saw a little girl with her back to her. Her clothes were crooked. She stood barefoot on the cold ground.
He was wearing a male outfit and seemed to be tying his belt.
She looked a little rusty and wasn't dressed properly.
Madam Zheng's heart ached. Yang Dianfeng was so damn cold.
He didn't even prepare a pair of shoes for her.
