Ming Xiche answered decisively, but his answer was just a lie.
"This...how can this not look good?"
Ming Heechul's mother doubted whether her son had a problem with his aesthetics or was suffering from aesthetic fatigue.
"It doesn't look good. I said it doesn't look good. It just doesn't look good. There's no reason why."
Ming Xiche strode to Ling Xinxue's side, grabbed Ling Xinxue's hand and was about to leave.
"Heechul."
Ming Xiche's mother also casually reached out and held Ling Xinxue's hand.
Poor Ling Xinxue was dragged left and right by them. Ling Xinxue looked helplessly at Ming Xiche's mother and then looked at Ming Xiche innocently.
Oh my God, how could things suddenly become like this? How could she be caught between this mother and her son?
"Let me go baby."
Ming Xiche's mother said in a commanding tone.
"No."
Ming Xiche refused coldly. He didn't want to let go of Ling Xinxue. He wanted to drag Ling Xinxue back to the bedroom and ask her to change her clothes quickly.
"Ming Xiche, I am your mommy, how can you disobey mommy?"
Ming Xiche's mother said a little angry.
"Mommy, I'm not a child. I'm already old. Daddy doesn't care about me anymore, so don't care about me anymore."
He is now basically free in marriage and has various freedoms in life.
"Husband~~~~"
Ming Xiche’s mother called Ming Xiche Daddy a little coquettishly.
"Heechul."
Ming Xiche's father walked away with a smile on his face. Although he was smiling, both Ming Xiche and Ling Xinxue could see the warning in his eyes.
"I……"
Ming Xiche really didn't know what he was talking about, so he let go of Ling Xinxue's hand.
"Baby, are you okay?"
Ming Xiche's mother looked at Ling Xinxue's red wrist with distress. She glared at her son bitterly, but she didn't expect...