"Mom, whose real mother are you? You're so blatantly biased it's unbearable." Ye Man pouted grievously.
"Ungrateful child, even if I am biased, it's for your own good." Ye Man's mother reached to smack her hand out of habit but caught herself halfway and stopped.
"You always say that." Ye Man muttered under her breath, her face etched with silent resentment.
"You'll understand once you have your own baby." Her mother chuckled as she glanced at her, and then looked around the room. "Your father and I discussed it, we can't manage to renovate the house in time, but changing all the furniture isn't too difficult, especially since everything in your room is so old. The furniture designs are also outdated. It really won't look good when people come to pick up the bride. Do you want to pick out the furniture together, or shall your father and I decide alone?"
