Scheming

"Son, why don't you say hello to Pingping?"

Seeing that Jiang Ping was a little embarrassed, Qian Yun quickly came out to smooth things over for this child.

Then, she brought Jiang Ping to sit on the sofa next to Zhou Mo.

"Son, Pingping has just returned from studying abroad and is studying fashion design. She's also good at drawing. I believe the two of you must have a lot of common topics, unlike someone who's clearly not in the same circle but still wants to try to fit in."

While praising Jiang Ping, Qian Yun also secretly scolded Yun Lian. Qian Yun's scheming and shrewdness could be compared with Yun Lian's.

"Mom, how can you talk like that?! Yun Lian and I also have a lot in common. Besides, Grandpa and Yun Xi are both here. Don't talk nonsense."

Zhou Mo quickly helped his goddess out of the situation. He was no longer the same as before. This time, he was afraid that his goddess would be wronged by his mother.