"Auntie, it's not a matter of being pretty or not; I think it's about fate!"
"I'm delighted to have your approval, thank you."
"It's getting late; I should head out. You should rest early and get well soon. Actually, having Xiaomin as my younger sister is also very nice, isn't it? As long as you think so, everything is easy to talk about, right?"
With those words, Wang Xiaoshuai was ready to turn and leave.
"Ah... Xiaoshuai, I'm so grateful to you, you're a good man, and since you think this way, Auntie won't insist." Xiaomin's mother sighed in response.
Wang Xiaoshuai felt a sense of helplessness upon hearing this.
A good man? Wasn't that high praise?
Though he considered himself a good person, he felt he was still quite far from being a good man!
After leaving Xiaomin's mother's room and going downstairs, he saw many beautiful women chatting and having the time of their lives; Xiaomin had joined them and was fitting in very well.
