"That woman hasn't left yet." Ling Xiche raised his head to look at Meng Tingting.
Meng Tingting was taken aback, "She's still there?"
Ling Xiche didn't reply, but sat in his seat, looking very complex.
Originally, he hated that woman to the core.
Because she was the woman his father brought back, and she was even younger than him, he wished she'd immediately disappear from his house.
However, after meeting Qiaoqiao, his feelings became complicated.
After all, Qiaoqiao was too similar to the mother in his memory.
Meng Tingting glanced at Che, and smiled.
Che asked perplexed, "What's so funny? Your parents didn't scold you, did they?"
"Why would they scold me?" Meng Tingting replied, "They are too delighted to see me marrying you."
"Liar!" Ling Xiche was very clear about Meng Tingting's parents' attitude towards him.
Meng Tingting said, "Where am I lying to you? Everything I said is true. By the way, aren't you going to work today?"
