"Aunt Li, it's no longer the old society, don't call me that anymore," Yan Zhen Guo said with a hint of seriousness in his tone.
When Yan Zhen Guo turns cold, he tends to be quite intimidating, and now with a serious expression on his face, Mrs. Li, who initially wanted to refute him, hesitated and nodded, saying, "Um... then, what should I call you?"
Yan Zhen Guo replied, "Just call me by my name."
"Yes," Mrs. Li nodded timidly. In front of this new son-in-law, she always felt a bit scared, but when she looked up and saw that Gu Fuqiao wasn't afraid in front of Yan Zhen Guo, she felt relieved.
When Gu Fuqiao went downstairs, the dining table on the first floor was already full. A middle-aged woman wearing a plain qipao with permed short curls was well-maintained, and the person sitting next to her was Ouyang Qing.
