As soon as she thought about what Su Han had said earlier about not liking her and telling her not to overthink because forced melons are not sweet, a hint of anger began to surface in Qiao Yushan's heart.
"Hmph, who cares!" Qiao Yushan turned off the TV, stomped upstairs in her cute fluffy slippers, entered her room, and firmly shut the door.
Wu Ma entered the living room, tidied up the pillows on the sofa, and arranged them neatly, her face full of smiles.
"The son-in-law is here, this home has become livelier indeed."
After taking a shower, Su Han got rid of the smell of smoke and alcohol. He really did not like places like nightclubs, and thinking about everything that had happened at the KTV, he still felt somewhat helpless.
He did not want to reveal his true capabilities, as the old Daoist had said, the knowledge he possessed was too shocking, and he should keep a low profile whenever possible. But in this society, it was difficult to stay under the radar.