Yan residence…
Yan Zhihuan took the manuscript and went downstairs. At just before ten o'clock, Old Madam Yan returned. It was naturally a different feeling to go shopping with her daughter-in-law. During this period of time, her face had been glowing.
"Shaochen, slow down." She turned to look at Yan Shaochen, who was moving plants from the trunk of the car.
"I know." Yan Shaochen carried a money tree pot into the house.
"Grandma, you're back!" Yan Zhihuan ran over with a smile.
"Why are you up so early today?" Old Madam Yan was in a good mood, so she was friendly to everyone.
Qiao Aiyun took a look at this young lady. She didn't like her. Unlike her older sister, her eyes weren't pure.
When they went out this morning, she had heard Old Madam Yan talk about her family matters. Because her father had passed away early, she should have become used to seeing the fickleness of human nature, and it was normal for her to mature faster.
