Cheng Xiuqin choked. Even though she was upset, it was still pretty funny. Before that, she was still a little suspicious of her daughter's confession, but now she was a hundred percent convinced.
She was just wondering what kind of charm Huo Chenhuan must possess that made her daughter so infatuated.
In contrast to Cheng Xiuqin's curiosity, the two men in the house were more like two sourpusses.
Mr. Su's hands on the newspaper shook and he let out a cold snort.
Su Yuxuan, who was eating breakfast not far away, was cutting the herbal egg on his plate noisily, as if he was imagining the egg to be the scumbag who kidnapped his younger sister.
Su Yayan did not notice the hostility inside the house that was filling the room. When she was just about to go out, she felt a sudden weight on her feet.
When she lowered her head, her eyes were met with a fluffy pink ball and the little doggie's big, innocent eyes that resembled two black grapes.
