"Ha, Mom, you really know how to joke."
Pei Ge was amused by Mother Ji's words. She took out a bright yellow gift box from behind her. Inside was Mother Ji's favorite Chanel perfume. It was a limited-edition version of her identity and had an extraordinary honor.
Mother Ji turned around and saw that Pei Ge's eyes were filled with kindness and gentleness. She then replied, "Alright, alright. It's not easy for us to come back together, so let's not waste our time arguing. Old thing, I'm telling you that I'll deal with you in the future. Now, go get the three children to have dinner."
Mother Ji took the blanket over her and walked past Qu Xiujie to the dining hall along the corridor, leaving the three adults in the living room looking at each other.
"Uncle, didn't you promise me that you won't have any conflicts with Mom in the future?"
