"Oh my, what are you yelling for? Go to the kitchen and see if my soup is ready?" Mrs. Qiao waved her hand, her mind entirely focused on her son-in-law at the moment.
Qiao Anlu was also busy defending her boyfriend.
Suddenly surrounded by such enthusiasm, Ning Zesheng felt a bit awkward for a moment, constantly pushing Mrs. Qiao with his hand, trying to escape from her clutches.
"Mom, take your hands off him. He doesn't like anyone touching him except me." Qiao Anlu tilted her head proudly.
Mrs. Qiao, annoyed by her, leaned directly against Ning Zesheng, who was so startled he stiffened up.
Qiao Anlu also leaned in, wrapping her arms around his neck and pushing Mrs. Qiao aside, "He's my boyfriend."
"He's my son-in-law."
Qiao Jianming couldn't stand it anymore and went over to drag his wife into the kitchen.
Only then did Qiao Anlu relax, hanging onto Ning Zesheng, who naturally hugged her in his arms, "I finally understand where your personality comes from."
