Xie Yuan clasped Su Miaomiao's hand and spoke coldly.
"My wife..."
Xu Lanxin looked even more astonished, "You're married? When? Why didn't you tell me?"
After speaking, she realized that she hadn't contacted Xie Yuan for years, and she didn't even have his contact information.
A trace of guilt appeared on her face as she moved forward holding a tray.
"Ayuan, it's my fault, but now that you're here, why don't you stay a bit longer?"
"It's the first time a mother meets her daughter-in-law, and I haven't prepared any present."
Xu Lanxin looked at Su Miaomiao, her face softened with a gentle smile.
Although she was nearly fifty and her skin was a bit tanned from years of sun exposure,
her features were naturally beautiful, and it was clear that she was once an incredible beauty.
Xie Yuan, he really does resemble her.
Su Miaomiao glanced at Xie Yuan and seeing that he didn't refuse, she understood his intention.
She smiled and nodded.
