Feigned Politeness

"Well, we have no other choice. We just have to go back. Have you bought the food and presents?"

"I have prepared them long ago. All we need to do is bring them with us." Zhai Sheng patted Qiao Nan lightly on the back, coaxing her like he was coaxing San Bao. He cherished his daughter and his wife just as much.

The Zhai family had moved to the capital, but they had someone to look after their house in Ping Cheng.

Before Zhai Sheng went back to Ping Cheng, he had made a call, telling the person-in-charge to prepare food and presents for the Lunar New Year.

Now that everything was ready, Qiao Nan could not come up with any excuses to delay going to the Qiao family's residence. She had no other choice but to hold Zhai Sheng by the arm and walk gloomily to the Qiao family's residence.