"Mm!" Lan Yudie nodded and said, "Xiao Han is a very low-profile person."
"That's good to hear!" Mother Lan seemed to be deep in thought.
"Mom, look, this is the bag Xiao Han gave you, and there's also a necklace!" Lan Yudie hurriedly took out the gifts. Mother Lan's face lit up with anticipation, and when she saw the glittering jewelry necklace, her eyes immediately brightened as she excitedly said, "It's beautiful, so pretty!"
A smile appeared on the corners of Mother Lan's mouth.
............
In the living room.
Xiao Han was feeling slightly awkward because Lan's father kept sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper; after a brief greeting, he had remained silent. Xiao Han could only sit on the sofa, looking left and right. The two men sitting on the sofa were indeed quite quiet.
Lan's father continued to sit on the sofa reading the newspaper, occasionally taking puffs of his cigarette.
