Ning Wentao's face was flushed red as if he was experiencing a rebirth. Looking at all the gifts, he tried hard to stop his twitching lips.
"Just the person coming is fine, why did you need to buy so many things?"
Trailing from behind, a disgraced Cao Xuehua repeated what he had said earlier. "That's right. We have money, we can afford all of these!"
Before Huo Beichen could say anything, Ning Wentao retorted. "What do you understand? What we buy is called 'stuff'. What the son-in-law buys is called sincerity!"
"…"
'This is not what you said earlier!'
She wore a humiliated face but did not dare to say anything more against Huo Beichen. She could only sit quietly in resentment.
Ning Meng finally pulled herself together and slowly walked toward Huo Beichen. "Why did you come over? I thought you were on a business trip?"