The four of them sat in the living room.
Pan Lanfang looked at Jiang Yixia, then at Lu Fan, unable to hide the smile in her eyes.
She cleared her throat and was the first to speak. "Xiaolu, let me tell you, my daughter is a truly wonderful young woman. Don't be fooled by how quiet she usually is—she's very thoughtful. She's been running that flower shop all by herself for years and has never once complained about being tired."
Lu Fan nodded, his gaze falling on Jiang Yixia. "I can tell," he said seriously. "Yixia is a hard worker."
Jiang Guoqiang chimed in from the side, a hint of pride in his voice. "Isn't that the truth? She's been sensible since she was a little girl. We never had to worry about her studies, and she was always quick with her chores. Later, even though... well, she went through a lot, but she never complained to us."
Listening to her parents praise her one after another, Jiang Yixia's face gradually turned red.
