Lin Jing looked up and agreed with Grandma Lin, "That's right, Xiaofeng. Although we didn't grow up together, I sincerely hope you can find a good family to marry into."
Lin Yue snorted coldly without responding.
Looking at Xiaojing and then Xiaofeng, it was just unbearable to watch.
"I'm just afraid some might think you have sinister motives and not appreciate it," Dong Tianhao chimed in.
Some people just don't know what's good for them.
"Xiaofeng," Luo Yuzhu saw Xiaofeng slightly bow her head, thinking she had taken it in, and said, "Look, she listens to me: come, toast your Uncle Dong."
Xiaofeng smiled, picking up her glass, "Uncle Dong, I grew up in the countryside, am impatient, and my mind doesn't twist and turn. I say what I think, so please don't mind. I am stubborn; I might have inherited this from my dad. Here's to you, Uncle Dong. I'll drink this juice, and you do as you wish."
Xiaofeng drank all the juice in her glass in one gulp, with great gusto.
