Lin Qiao was caught between laughter and tears, and finally couldn't help but laugh out loud, "Sister-in-law hit you, aren't you upset?"
"Not upset, sister-in-law is doing it for my own good, I know." Song Tingfan said seriously, he knew everything.
The way sister-in-law hits him now is different from before. Now it's out of care, before...
He remembered something and picked up the box on the table, "Sister-in-law, I've finished the box."
"I see, it's better looking than the previous one." Lin Qiao reached out to take it, praising him according to the usual routine.
From the discovery that sister-in-law kept Zhang Dong's box until now, Song Tingfan had been troubled, but was genuinely happy, "Really?"
"Why would I lie to you, sister-in-law? The old box didn't have the lotus flower on it, it wasn't as nice." Lin Qiao praised the carefully carved lotus flower, yes, complimenting someone should hit the right spot.
