Even as a newcomer who just stepped in the door, her status is higher than his.
"Victoria, it seems my grandmother really likes you. She personally picked this flower tea; usually, only my mom gets to drink it." Chad Yakov lifted his handsome face, feeling ignored, yet he smiled smugly.
It was as if he were the one drinking the new tea.
He leisurely picked up the tea cup, took a sip, and noticed Victoria Gibson only staring at the tea without making a move, his thin lips parted slightly: "What's wrong? Is the tea not right?"
"No, I feel like this cup of tea might be more precious than I am." Victoria Gibson's eyes were fixed on the tea, without blinking, as she said quietly.
Even Chad Yakov couldn't drink the tea, but she did; wasn't this comparing her to the mother-in-law she hasn't yet met?
She wouldn't dare compare herself to Chad Yakov's mom!
