At this moment, Jiang Han was already pulling the Zhou couple inside.
"What are you afraid of? You've helped this family raise their daughter for over ten years. Now, it's New Year's, and you're just visiting. You've raised Jiang Ruantian for so long, she can't possibly not let you in for a cup of tea, right?
Isn't that right, Jiang Ruantian?"
Jiang Ruantian stood frozen in place, her palms sweating.
Father Zhou and Mrs. Zhou saw her embarrassment. Despite their disappointment, they also felt heartbroken and shook their heads repeatedly as they walked back.
"Since you're already here, come on in. You find a place to sit, and I'll call my parents to let them know to come back."
Jiang Ruantian kept repeating the word "parents" over and over, as if it was the only way to constantly remind everyone around her that she was a Jiang Family child, and that this couple had nothing to do with her.
