Zhao Lixia scolded her son, then turned around and spoke kindly to the young schoolmate.
"Panpan, how can I blame you? Since you're friends with Zelin, what's wrong with visiting us? Our brat is just like that, has a foul mouth, please don't take it to heart!"
"Yes, thank you, Auntie!"
Huang Panpan's lips curled into a barely perceptible smug smile.
Entering the senior's home and making a good first impression on the future in-laws, I've successfully done it.
Hmm, the next step now.
Aside from sharing common topics, I need to show how diligent and capable I am.
Because mothers-in-law love daughters-in-law who can do housework!
Huang Panpan observed and quickly found a breakthrough point—the pile of pots and dishes in the kitchen.
Since dinner was eaten late today, Zhao Lixia had just put down her rice bowl when "Love in Qing River" started airing, so she hadn't even had time to wash the dishes and turned on the TV to follow the show.
