Su Dashui's wife, Su Qin, also eagerly pulled out a chair, "Son-in-law, it's only been a short while since I last saw you, and you've become even more handsome. The more I, your mother-in-law, look at you, the more I like you."
"I, Su Dashui, could have never dreamed that my son-in-law would be the legitimate child from a first-class family." Su Dashui's pudgy face was filled with emotion, "My Yue'er is blessed indeed. To think, my Su Family is but a mere speck of a commoner's household, and Yue'er has married into the Xiao Family — truly the merit of my ancestors. I don't know in which life I, Su Dashui, must have burned incense for several generations."
A face reeking of flattery and subservience.
The Xiao Chonghuan couple looked on, disgusted. Lowly peasants would always be lowly peasants, truly believing they could connect with the Xiao Clan. Despite their inner contempt, the couple still wore harmonious smiles on their faces.
