The originally high-tech room had been replaced with a pink and tender girlish style. The beddings were a festive red, and the curtains were pink and Lacy. The most terrible thing was that her computer chair and computer desk had disappeared and were replaced with a pink mirror.
Cheng Ying didn't notice her son's expression at all. She only cared about whether her daughter-in-law liked it or not. &Quot; lan lan, do you like it? "
"Like my ass." &Quot; mom, " Xu Jialu retorted, " your taste has gone backward by fifty years. &Quot;
Cheng Ying glared at him. &Quot; what are you talking about? What's not good about it? it's not better than the silver and gray colors you had before! Why are you so disheartened at such a young age!"
"What I have is called a sense of technology! A sense of technology! Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand!" Xu Jialu was so angry that he almost rolled his eyes.
