One evening, Liang Qiu turned from guest to host, enlivening the dinner atmosphere. Even Mu Xuerou laughed several times, and Ye Li quietly said, "Xiao Rou, my friends are great, aren't they?"
"They're very nice, very warm." Mu Xuerou nodded, looking at Liang Qiu, "He's like a treasure."
"He's not usually like this, maybe excited about the wedding!" Ye Li guessed. Would he be like Liang Qiu on his own wedding day?
Thinking about the future, Ye Li felt a sense of happiness.
"At the wedding, Xiangxiang could be the flower girl." Ye Li thought of his daughter's little figure, wishing he could have her by his side now.
"Mm."
Mu Xuerou nodded, her gentle and docile image surprised Liang Qiu greatly. He whispered to Ye Huang, "I didn't know Ye Li liked this type."
"To each their own," Ye Huang said.
This sister-in-law was really too gentle, making him hesitant to speak loudly. In her presence, he inexplicably felt restrained.
Actually, Liang Qiu felt the same.
