Lian Xinying heard this and felt inexplicably nervous.
After the family of three went downstairs, they saw the smiling face of Yan's mother.
That warm smile didn't seem insincere.
It was like the sunshine outside, very dazzling but not scorching.
"Yingying, I came over today because I heard from Yan Ye that you guys are planning to get married. Since you're planning to marry, you should formally meet a few of the elders in the family. I called Yan Ye's dad, and he will come back tonight. How about you, Yan Ye, and the child go there for dinner tonight?"
Lian Xinying was caught off guard by Yan's mother's enthusiasm.
The change happened too fast, and she wasn't psychologically prepared.
Yan Ye, noticing that Lian Xinying was somewhat at a loss, said, "If you don't want to go, then we won't. Don't force yourself."
"I'll go," Lian Xinying looked up at Yan Ye and responded with this word.
She wanted to get to know his family well, after all, marriage isn't just about two people.
