Receiving the brightly colored prospectuses, Lai Zhiyun felt a heaviness in her hands.
Stacked together, the seven or eight prospectuses formed a thick pile, somewhat weighty to the hand.
"Mom, Aliao has already started preparing our marriage home."
Lai Zhiyun sat with her legs together, slightly sideways on her seat, and gave Luo Qiuyue a shallow smile.
"Has he already bought you a house? Is your name written on the property deed?"
Holding her fan, Luo Qiuyue continued to fan Zhiyun at a steady pace. Sitting sideways herself, facing Zhiyun, she asked with a look of curiosity.
"Not yet, but we've already looked at a few."
"Just looked at houses? You've been married for so long, and if this is the efficiency, always dragging his feet, only you wouldn't mind him. If it were me, I definitely wouldn't fancy a guy like that."
Luo Qiuyue complained about her own son without any sugarcoating.
