Lin Qingshan had no idea.
At his age, he still experienced the unease of meeting his parents-in-law for the first time.
"I wonder if mom and dad will like me?" he murmured softly.
Ning Xinrou was close to Lin Qingshan, and she heard him right away.
She pulled him to sit beside her, gazing at her husband tenderly.
"They will!" she said, extremely serious.
"You are so kind, and you've provided such a good life for their daughter and grandson. They will definitely be satisfied with you, I promise."
More than a decade had passed, and inevitably, there were more wrinkles on the woman's face.
However, the intelligent and tender charm she exuded only became more appealing, not fading in the least.
Lin Qingshan felt like he could drown in his wife's eyes.
Feeling weak at heart, his knitted brows finally relaxed, and a smile appeared on his face.
"Alright, I'll trust you."
While the one side was sweet and honeyed...
