Zhao Mengjin remained unfazed, pretending not to notice anything.
Ou Chunhua secretly grit her teeth, wishing she could call her a little vixen.
Ou Shihua was sitting at the restaurant with the New Year's Eve dinner set up, waving to them: "Come over and eat."
The group walked towards the dining table.
Ou Shihua had his son pull out a chair for Zhao Mengjin, then smiled at her and said, "Make yourself at home, after all, soon we'll be family."
Zhao Mengjin was taken aback, not knowing what was going on, unaware of any developments.
Ou Shihua thought she was pretending, as the matter was sensitive, especially for girls, and continued: "I heard your family is returning to the country tomorrow."
"Yes." Zhao Mengjin replied, sitting down.
"My wife and I might be busy tomorrow, and going back and forth, we might only return here on the third day of the new year. I intended to meet with your family, your grandparents, your father; I'm really eager to discuss things about you two."
