When facing An Ercheng, Du Guijuan shed the sharp-tongued, condescending attitude she showed others. She gave him a gentle smile, her eyes filled with nothing but him.
An Ercheng clearly enjoyed this. He gently took Du Guijuan's hand, and the two of them walked inside, hand in hand.
Left behind them was a solitary figure, still sitting on the ground, who habitually got up and followed.
As the couple entered the house hand in hand, a flash of dislike appeared in the eyes of the four elders sitting on the kang.
Lin Cuihua was even more brazen, openly rolling her eyes.
'It's what's inside that counts, not the fancy wrapping. What's there to show off?!'
At that moment, inside the small room, Uncle An, his wife, An Sancheng, and Lin Cuihua were sitting on the kang.
Standing were An Ning, An Guoqing, An Guoming, An Guoping, and Uncle An's two sons, An Guoyang and An Guoqiang.
