Yun Mo's slender arm was pulled up by Qiao Xiaon'an, and her parents watched him without uttering a word, thinking that he really planned to leave with Xiaoan.
Who would have thought that all he did was hold Xiaoan's tiny, pale hand gently, pat it, and say, "Qiaoqiao." He pulled her down to sit with him. His gaze became serious as if he were lecturing her. "Your mom is right, don't argue with her."
Qiao Xiaon'an was utterly dumbfounded, "Amo?"
He patted her hand again, then looked at her parents. Finally, he turned his gentle gaze upon Yuan Meili. "Mom made sense. We can't let our neighbors and relatives look down on our Qiaoqiao."
He was never the one to talk much.
Although he knew that his mother-in-law called them back under the pretense of a back injury, she was actually hoping to ask for money.
He was a businessman and had met all sorts of people.
Indeed, he knew from the start that his mother-in-law's invitation wasn't simple.
However, he didn't call her out on it.
