At this moment, Wanda's eyes were cramped.
Ana Lin reluctantly picked up a piece of broccoli and put it in Phillip Zong's bowl.
Phillip Zong raised his eyes, Ana Lin smiled, she was not too enthusiastic about her mother.
The intention of matching is too obvious.
Phillip Zong slowly picked up the broccoli, the green of scallion oil, reflecting his energetic pupils, "Yu's mother knows my taste best."
Wanda smiled, "Young grandma will know about it later. She has just entered the door and is not familiar yet."
Yu's mother changed her words. She used to call her Miss Lin. Although she was dissatisfied with her not coming home the night before, she was the person chosen by the wife of the young master.
Naturally, I hope they are good and live up to the dead wife.