Lan Jun was imposing, and Madam Lan also had a straight face. The atmosphere was very solemn.
Mother Meng hurriedly stood up and said, "Jingxian, you're finally down."
Jingxian was Madam Lan's name. After being on good terms with her for so many years, Mother Meng had always called her by her name intimately.
"That's right. Madam Meng, you've waited a long time," Madam Lan said calmly.
Mother Meng hurriedly said, "Jingxian, we're fine. Why are you calling me that? You're putting me too highly."
"What's there to be afraid of? We've been friends for more than ten to twenty years, yet Young Master Meng still dares to send people to deal with Tiantian. It's obvious that he doesn't take our decades of friendship seriously. Shouldn't I address you as Madam Meng?"
Madam Lan sat down on the sofa, her manner graceful.
Father and Mother Meng finally had a clear and deep understanding of the distance between the Lan family and the Meng family.
