Meng Jiang praised Meng Jingyi lavishly, filled with fatherly pride, almost turning her into a blossoming flower.
Meng Mu looked at Meng Jingyi with pity, "You must be exhausted, sweating so much. I've prepared some water for you, go wash up and get some sleep."
"You're the best, Mom." Meng Jingyi said coquettishly with a smile.
After Meng Jingyi left, Meng Jiang snorted to Meng Mu, "Such a good daughter, really a bargain for those two in the Xiao Family."
Meng Mu couldn't help but laugh, "In the future, Ah Heng will be like a son to you, doesn't that make you feel a bit better?"
Meng Jiang kept a stern face, refusing to admit, "What's one like a son? Any children they have will still take someone else's surname. No way, I need to make it clear to the couple, there must be a child who takes my surname, otherwise, my daughter will definitely not marry."
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