Luo Yuzhu was extremely pleased with her daughter after she changed into new clothes.
"Clothes make the man, just as a saddle makes the horse. Look, just by changing into a new set of clothes, my daughter's beauty and temperament have become apparent. She looks even more charming than I did when I was younger.
Luo Yuzhu led Su Xiaofeng to the doorway and was somewhat taken aback by the scene in the courtyard.
Broken flowerpots were scattered on the ground, and the old lady's beloved orchids were pitifully lying there, silently telling their story.
The old lady, seeing Su Xiaofeng coming down, directed her anger at her: "Look at the simpleton you brought over, he's ruined my two favorite pots of flowers."
Su Peng stood helplessly, like a child who had done something wrong, wanting to look at Su Xiaofeng but not daring to.
"Mom, he indeed has some problems with his mind, this... " After all, what's done is done regarding the flowers.
