Her son looked unhappy, a little boy of about seven or eight, quite chubby. Although his features were not bad, the flesh on his face pushed them together, so you couldn't see how good-looking he was. Though judging by his appearance, it's clear that this Little Fatty must be spoiled at home. You can tell just by looking at his unwilling face, he was forcibly dragged out of the house.
It's not that he was thinking of the little princess, it's just a pretext his parents came up with.
Little Fatty called out unhappily, "Cousin..."
Ou Yinghan had a perfunctory smile on her face and nodded casually.
She really hated dealing with these relatives at home; everyone who came to see her wanted to get some benefits from her.
She was sure that these two aunts and one maternal aunt came today because they wanted her to help arrange jobs for their husbands, sons-in-law, or sons. And the jobs can't be just any ordinary ones—they must have good positions, good salaries, and good benefits.
