Every time An Xinzhi saw An Bei, he wanted to sigh, but he had no choice but to help.
"Let's sit down and talk," Jiang Xia said.
As soon as she spoke, An Nuo found a spot, and An Xinzhi found a soft pillow to cushion Jiang Xia's waist.
It was obvious from his actions that An Xinzhi doted on his wife.
"Sit, sit, sit," An Bei agreed with a smile.
The six of them sat on both sides of the sofa in the living room and the atmosphere was indescribably strange.
When An Nuo saw that her mother had arrived, she immediately felt much more at ease. She obediently stayed at the side and didn't speak.
Jiang Xia just sat there eating the orange An Xinzhi had peeled for her and admired her new manicure.
In the end, An Bei couldn't hold it in anymore and spoke.
"Brother, I've been a little tight on money recently." An Bei blushed and avoided eye contact as he spoke.
