Fu Yue quickly shifted her mood.
After all, Xunxun was already in her twenties, it was only normal for her to date. Moreover, she was so pretty. If she didn't date, that would actually cause a headache.
Although she quickly understood this perspective, Fu Yue still sighed with deep emotion, "I still remember when we first brought Xunxun home, she was thin, little, and dark-skinned. It's hard to believe that in the blink of an eye, she has a boyfriend. Before we know it, we'll be embracing grandchildren. We really can't resist aging."
As she spoke, the gloom on her face gradually turned into contentment.
However, the gloom on the face of the man beside her had turned into an even more profound gloom. It was clear that he was not feeling good.
But he was always suppressing himself.
