Qian felt that her mom was good in almost every way, except for her intense habit of meddling in everyone's business, which was kind of a headache.
People are cooking, what are you doing in there!
Especially since this was Liao Fugui's house, and he was there, always preaching. Someone Qian wanted to steer clear of, and yet her mom eagerly barged in. Ugh, disaster!
But Jia Xiufang didn't hear her daughter's silent cries. She boldly strutted into Liao Fugui's house.
Qian had no choice but to follow reluctantly. Actually, she preferred to be in the corridor; the rotting cabbage smell lingering there for months was better than Liao Fugui's stale and pedantic air.
Though she had dealt with him professionally in a past life, she'd never been to his house. Once inside, Qian was a bit surprised.
Her mom said this guy lived with his dad, and the two bachelors had somehow kept the place so tidy!
