Her sweet words made the ambiguous atmosphere in the room even thicker.
With a knowing smile, Ou Molan cheerily called out, "Come in, come in! I've made some delicious food for you."
*** smiled broadly but couldn't resist calling her daughter, "Mengmeng, stop bothering Chengtian. Come sit down."
*** understood her daughter well, of course.
Having been sent overseas at a young age, her thoughts were more liberal than most girls. If it hadn't been for Ruan Jinming's strict parenting, Ruan Xiaomeng would probably be much like those American girls.
In reality, Ruan Xiangmeng seemed obedient on the surface but was quite rebellious at heart. She was fine as long as things went her way, but when differing opinions arose, she was like a ruffled rooster, firmly defending her rights.
Thus, every family has its trials.
And the trial in ***'s family gave her a major headache.
She felt like she was stuck in the middle, bearing the brunt from both sides.
