Seeing his mother like this, Zeng Jiahe couldn't help but say, "Mom, we're almost there, please stop talking."
Mrs. Zeng, upon hearing this, finally stopped speaking, but her eyes were still full of brightness. She felt that it was truly wonderful that her son married Mo Xiaohong. Who would have thought back then that Ding Yuejun and her daughter would have such fortune.
When the group arrived at the Ding family, Yiyi led Mo Xiaohong's family inside.
"Wow... Yiyi, is this your house? This... this is so beautiful. I've never seen such a big and beautiful house before." Mrs. Zeng looked around in amazement, feeling that her eyes couldn't take it all in. Such a large house, how many people could live here? Moreover, this was a house in Shangjing; it seemed that Ding Yuejun's family background was even better than she thought.
Seeing Mrs. Zeng like this, Mo Xiaohong felt a bit embarrassed. She held Yiyi's hand with some unease.
