The Xiao family's habit of defending their own was truly inherited - from the eldest to the youngest.
As An Ziqi was imagining a melodramatic plot, she heard Xiao Yining call out crisply to that woman, "Grandma."
An Ziqi felt as if she had been struck by lightning, her eyes wide open.
What? That's Xiao Moli's mommy? Not his bosom friend?
She's way too young and beautiful, isn't she?
She looks like she's in her 30s at most. An Ziqi had thought that Xiao Moli was into mature women, but it turned out it was his mother.
Thinking about the smooth and flawless skin of Xiao Moli, how did this family maintain their skin?
Thoughts were transparent on An Ziqi's face. Nuoyan could see what she was thinking at a glance and couldn't help but laugh, "Miss An, take a seat. I didn't expect to meet again so soon."
Xiao Yining widened her eyes, huh? When did Grandma meet Mommy? But it seemed that Mommy didn't know at all.
"Oh."