"No, Manman is very cute," Mo Tingshen glanced at his watch. "It's getting late, Uncle and Aunt, please rest early. I'll be leaving now."
"Still calling us uncle and aunt, you should start calling—"
Father Qiao promptly stopped her, giving a look that indicated not to continue further. He raised his hand to put it on Mo Tingshen's shoulder. "Come, I'll walk you out. Perfect time to talk about the wedding details."
Mo Tingshen nodded, agreeing.
Mother Qiao looked at her soon-to-be son-in-law with satisfaction, slightly lifting her head. A proud and complacent expression graced her brows. Such an outstanding man truly belonged to their family. Were it not for Qiao Man's three-year coma, the marriage would have long been settled.
"What's going on? Tingshen brought you back, and yet you wore a sulky face, did you upset him?"
"How could I have upset him!"
