Feeling the child facing her was waiting for her to answer, Zhao Wensheng smiled, "Okay. No problem. As long as your mom welcomes it."
The little head turned instantly, shouting towards Jiang Mei, "Mom, do you welcome him?"
Jiang Mei, flustered like a schoolgirl, stood up in a rush, and when she encountered the strange gazes from everyone else, found herself in an awkward position, fiercely glaring at her son as she cleared her throat, "If Mr. Zhao is willing to visit our humble abode, he is naturally welcome."
After speaking, she bit her lip "regretfully," feeling utterly embarrassed. What kind of talk was that? Did they think she was acting in a period drama?
"My mom has been watching 'Romance in the Rain' recently." Her son, on the other hand, was clever and quickly found an excuse for her.
Manman was holding back a laugh, finding this side of Jiang Mei that she had never seen before quite surprising. It seemed that the old story her husband had mentioned was indeed true.
