Meng Ziqi...
"This time, thanks to Miss Meng, Ye'er. You should thank her properly; I may not understand what young people like, but Ye'er has been back in the country for a while longer than Miss Meng. If you don't mind, he should spend more time with you." Jin Lan's voice came from the living room, reaching Qin Youxuan's ears directly.
Jin Lan's words were all but full of compliments and closeness towards Meng Ziqi. The flattery was obvious.
She is in such a hurry to play matchmaker for her son, not missing any opportunity.
Qin Youxuan gave a cold smile.
"Auntie, you're being too polite. Just call me Ziqi..."
"Dad, I'm back."
Qin Youxuan could no longer stand this pretentious conversation and took big steps into the living room, shouting the moment she opened her mouth.
Her eyes fell on Jin Lan, who was sitting in a wheelchair, and she was momentarily taken aback.
Is she crippled?
"Youxuan..."
