In the living room.
She was crafting with her hands, but her eyes never once strayed from Sheng Jingyi, filled to the brim with an observant intent; even someone as thick-skinned as Sheng Jingyi who could maintain his composure in any situation could feel awkward being stared at like this; after all, no matter what, Qin Shiran was his future mother-in-law.
They say a mother-in-law's fondness for her son-in-law grows with each glance, hoping that she would grow ever more fond of him, eventually entrusting her daughter's future to him, thus making everything perfect.
