Qiao's mother, at the moment of turning around, saw her and a tender smile appeared on her face.
"Xinxin, come here."
She walked over to her mother.
Actually, from childhood, her mother doted on her excessively, even spoiling her.
Just as Qiao's mother was about to speak, she coldly interrupted, "If you're going to talk about getting me to leave Mo Chen again, then don't bother. I don't want to hear it."
Qiao's mother sighed, "I just feel you two are not suited for each other. You don't understand love, and even less can you see through his true nature."
"Mom, can you give me a little freedom? You got married and divorced and then married again, did I interfere? No, I didn't! I don't meddle in your love life, so why must you interfere with mine?"
Every time this topic came up, they would unconsciously start arguing.
Qiao Ruoxin sat down on the rattan chair sofa nearby.
