"Mom, Ming Jing is Ming Jing, The Zhus are The Zhus."
"I don't care. This Zhu Mingjing even fooled your sister-in-law. She must not be an ordinary person. Can you play better than her? Don't let her just wave her finger, and you'll be led into a trap. My stupid son, be more cautious."
Charles Gao was too lazy to listen and turned to go upstairs.
Behind him, Guo Han continued to nag, "No, I must tell Old Gao to avoid The Zhus' affairs...."
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"Wanwan, go open the door."
The sound of cooking and talking came from the kitchen together.
Tang Wan came out of the bedroom listlessly and opened the door.
A middle-aged couple was standing outside, wearing worn-out clothes that had been washed almost white. Their faces, weathered from exposure to the elements, were filled with hardship and fatigue. They were carrying a bag of fruit. The woman said with surprise, "It's Wanwan, right? You've grown so much? You've become more and more beautiful. I almost didn't recognize you."